i've forgotten how to write since all i can think about is the curve of your lips and your teeth and the way your eyes are so, so forest green and god, all i want is you, with me, always you, around me, the warmth of you and your smell and everything that comes along with you; even the parts i don't particularly like, but like anyway because they're you and nothing that's yours could ever be anything less than more than worthy of my time, ****