i love...
how the clock ticks along without any pressure to realize what time it really is when im hanging out with "ghandi"...
the way he speaks and writes in the jumbled thoughts running through his mind using such wonderful words you would never think to be used together...
the glances he passes to me from across the room to let me know hes happy that im there and appreciates my presence...
how he supports my random sharpie doodles that fill a white page in my sketch book...
the fact that we are content sitting on the couch staring into the glowing box in front of us not speaking a word til a commercial comes on...
how we can be our usual crazy selves without there being any consequences...
the way he speaks and writes in the jumbled thoughts running through his mind using such wonderful words you would never think to be used together...
the glances he passes to me from across the room to let me know hes happy that im there and appreciates my presence...
how he supports my random sharpie doodles that fill a white page in my sketch book...
the fact that we are content sitting on the couch staring into the glowing box in front of us not speaking a word til a commercial comes on...
how we can be our usual crazy selves without there being any consequences...