She’s lost in thought. I’m lost in her.
If I were dead like Snow White and he kissed me like that, surely my heart would kick back to life. That I’d be the one to slay dragons for that kiss.
I get no reaction from her. Nothing. Which means I get everything.
I may not remember anything about her, but I would bet her smile was my favorite part of her.
How odd to be made of flesh, balanced on bone, and filled with a soul you’ve never met.
Her eyes are like two open books and I suddenly want to devour every page.