Fifteen minutes into a conversation with this stranger, and I've found ways to bring you up twice already.
On this crowded street, my insides go uncomfortably cold each time I see someone in pale pink sweater or with an undercut like yours.
And darling, the dusk seldom falls without bringing me the sunsets we snuck out for.
And the home I can't come back to fall into your lap is coming off cruel and confining, and just tell me, please, how is it for you?















