Feb 18, 2022
I never thought of myself as a romantic. Hopeless maybe, yes. But the thought of hearts and flowers and grand gestures are just not in my system. Not until you. Perhaps it’s the eloquent talk, like you have five brains going all at once. It’s fascinating to watch someone who’s good at what they do. Perhaps it’s one of those drunken and sleepless nights where we stare out into a starless sky. It’s an amazing feeling to know you’re not alone in your darkest times. Perhaps it’s the sexy smile, the warm touch, the genuineness-wrapped-in-a-mysterious-air in you. Or perhaps it’s love. That makes me want to believe in you and me. Believe in us.