March 15, 2013
Your laughter is like the sound of chimes on a gentle, windy day. I like hearing it, I don't want it to go away, I want to hold it and ask it to stay. I want to bathe it in milk, tell it that it's special, thank it for existing. I like you. Everything about you, even the things that annoy me. I like imagining us in front of the sea: Quiet, looking out, holding hands. We will walk back to a cottage without walls, you will put your head on my legs and I will sing you a song.