163 so close to feeling alive
The air tastes sweet when you're around, and the cinema's not that cold anymore, and the haze is gone, and the weather's not as hot as it used to be. I'm no longer paying attention to when the sun goes down and it feels empty to be alone on the bus home, but I know my heart is full with the sound of your laughter. I don't want the month to end, but it will. People are happy and people are sad, and people are confused. I'm happy that we're happy, and when I'm sad I just open the drawer of my heart and crank it a little so that the sound your laughter comes out.
There are only two things I want to say right now: that I love brunch, and that I can't recall a time in which I was happier than I am now.