not after we spoke for hours on the phone and not after i fell asleep in your arms and not after you sang me a song to help me sleep.
but when we kissed it was the sweetest taste of your lips stained with coffee and tattooed with the taste of cigarettes and *****; they told me a story about you without using words... and that's crazy, isn't it?
i fell in love with you before you said a word to me. and it wasn't your perfectly placed brown hair or your eyes that glistened under the sun,
but it was how you could tell me a story without even opening your mouth.