It's Lex

I want to know you whether you’re afraid of sharks or spiders death or love. I want to know if it’s grammatical errors that drive you crazy or the people correcting them, if you’re more comfortable shaking sand out of your hair or snow, if you prefer coffee or tea, bars or board game nights. I want to know which of your friends you’ve cried in front of, if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk out of your nose, or kissed someone you didn’t love. I want to know you, the you beneath the layer of small talk always kept shined and smudgeless.  I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.

I’m a very strong believer that whoever is meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, regardless how far they wander.

One day, all the love you’ve given away will find it’s way back to you, and it will finally stay.

How do you express yourself without fear of being judged?