I wish you were here to find me, smile, drag me out dancing, soft smile sliding out the syllables of my name in reproach, except, maybe you don’t go out dancing? that’s okay by me, i could be all dressed up and we could sit in your room and talk about art and smile shyly at each other and wonder how we will ever cross that divide to the first kiss. Maybe it’d be nice to cross that huge divide. I like the idea that you’d be there, on the other side of it, waiting for me.

It takes one-fifth of a second to fall in love. It takes a second fifth to realize your in love. The third fifth is when you begin to think. The fourth fifth is when you said “Oh no I cant do this again.” And by the last fifth you are lost in their eyes