you look the same way the sunset paints brush strokes on the horizon
i want to be your horizon.
sometimes we love without a reason why, without knowing anything except for this. the way we clumsily work toward interlacing our fingers reminds me that life isn't perfect until we're content withthe fact that it's not perfect. you make me see all that life can be. with you here, i am more than content. i am happy.
you changed my life. like an autumn evening changes green to red. to yellow.
your smile is my favourite constellation. and i play connect the dots between the corners of your mouth.