I don’t want sophisticated letters, short romantic home made films, breakfast in bed and all that..Well, truth is I do. But at this point in my life, I just need a nice boy who’ll have coffee with me at 7 am and call to say goodnight when we’re apart.
Maybe people walking in and out of our lives is like thunders crushing ice. It’s good, and fresh and it pulls blood back to the arteries. Like a cold shower under New Moon. If you honestly let go, and they honestly come back, be a keeper.