There's an ancient pull.

It's the little differences.

I'll drown my beliefs to have your babies.

It's the kind of love where I can't describe a single thing because no matter what I say or how big I smile when I talk about it, it seems far too trite.

He deserves everything I'm capable of giving.

damn your ankles and eyes wide

Today is another one of those days.

One of these nights I'll finally get a decent night's worth of rest.