"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked.
"What?"
"Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold."
"You know what makes unpredictability pretty?"
"What?" he asked.
"That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
"You know what makes every story pretty?" he asked.
"What?"
"Unpredictability. One day, I don't even know how your hands feel; the next, they are all I ever want to hold."
"You know what makes unpredictability pretty?"
"What?" he asked.
"That your every syncopated heartbeat is my love story."
