...But what compels a person to allow themselves to do something as stupid as to fall in love, is beyond me.
It starts with something as simple as their favorite color, movie, and book.
Next thing you know, you're up at 4 AM smoking their favorite cigarettes just to remind yourself of what they tasted like.
You brew their favorite coffee and know what parts of the book made it their favorite without ever having asked.
You know every note on their favorite song and that the performer has a birthmark on their left cheek.
And you tell yourself you won't listen to any more songs because you don't want to become a genuine fan.
But before you know it, you too are buying concert tickets.
For one.
And smoking squares for fun.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
...But what compels a person to allow themselves to do something as stupid as to fall in love, is beyond me.
It starts with something as simple as their favorite color, movie, and book.
Next thing you know, you're up at 4 AM smoking their favorite cigarettes just to remind yourself of what they tasted like.
You brew their favorite coffee and know what parts of the book made it their favorite without ever having asked.
You know every note on their favorite song and that the performer has a birthmark on their left cheek.
And you tell yourself you won't listen to any more songs because you don't want to become a genuine fan.
But before you know it, you too are buying concert tickets.
For one.
And smoking squares for fun.
