Soon, you’ll fall in love with this girl. And her knees will have scrapes and her lips will be chapped from reciting prose beneath her blankets at midnight. And your eyes will burn with beauty when you glance at her across the plate of french fries at that small diner. And your heart will feel like its being peeled open for days and then you’ll realize that somewhere inside, it’s always felt that way.
March 25, 2012