When I think of you I think of old films that could go on for hours.
I think of sprinkled eraser shavings because I can never seem to get the words right.
You remind me of flea markets and early morning walks to the nearest corner coffee shop.
Trying new things and taking risks.
It’s ironic, because I’ve never been a fan of the theater, and I’d always rather write with ink.
And as much as I enjoy messy sheets at dusk, I would walk forever - even just for coffee - with you.