sixtysix.

I could learn to love you. You’re that kind of face that I could get used to seeing around, on a daily basis. Everything seems to just fit so nicely together. You’re the kind of mind that I could explore for hours, never to get bored, never coming up for air until my lungs were about to burst. You seem to speak in song and walk with that rhythmic motion. You have got that special Midas touch that’s turned my heart to gold. And even after all the puddles my feet have seen and all the doorknobs my fingers have grazed, I can still only think about how lovely you would be to blunder though the days with. Forever & Ever? I would think so.

Let your heart defy the logic.