“How do you know when you’re in love?”
"Well,” Jack said, gazing out the windshield at the flickering stars, “It feels like drowning in a thousand oceans
starving at a feast
driving
with your eyes closed
and the windows down.”
“Really?”
"Rhetorically speaking."
“It feels like sleeping naked on the beach.
an anchor deep in your chest flung overboard
rain
on the window
of a moonlit apartment.”
“Really?”
“Rhetorically speaking.”
“I love you, Jack.”
“Always and forever?”
“Always and forever.”
"Rhetorically speaking.”
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
“How do you know when you’re in love?”
"Well,” Jack said, gazing out the windshield at the flickering stars, “It feels like drowning in a thousand oceans
starving at a feast
driving
with your eyes closed
and the windows down.”
“Really?”
"Rhetorically speaking."
“It feels like sleeping naked on the beach.
an anchor deep in your chest flung overboard
rain
on the window
of a moonlit apartment.”
“Really?”
“Rhetorically speaking.”
“I love you, Jack.”
“Always and forever?”
“Always and forever.”
"Rhetorically speaking.”
