A Little Bit Of Something

I guess some cages we don’t want to break out of. The door might even be wide open, but we choose to stay. We find comfort in the walls we’re familiar with, may they be scratchy or soft, hot or cold, white or black; they’re familiar and that’s what matters.

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.