Always all the right
In all the wrong places
And to too great an extent
It’s always the:
What we could be
What you could be
What I could be
She’s always exactly:
One half:
Everything I could possibly want
-Though I have NO idea what that is
One half:
Everything I don’t need
-Be it crazy or insecure or an attention seeker
I’m always exactly:
One half:
Hopelessly romantic
One half:
Fucking crazy
It’s always the smile. I’m a sucker for a girl in need that laughs at my jokes and has a beautiful smile. It’s always a smile so memorable that it haunts you long after it’s gone. Sometimes it’s the teeth, shown wide and proud. Sometimes it’s the guttural, from the heart, laugh that cannot be contained. Sometimes it’s the dimples and nose wrinkles. Sometimes it’s the accompanying eyes that pull me away in a way to say:
“It’s only me and you right now, in this gaze. And you, you alone, put this smile on my face, this joy in my heart.”