It’s about everything

It’s not about touching It’s not about listening It’s not about talking It’s not about you and I, buried underneath the ground. It’s about sharing every fiber of my being with you, Immersing in this life together Being stared at Being a part of things Going places, acknowledging each other, Holding hands and facing the

Diving into big light brown eyes

What happened last night? Well, I woke up at 3 am, ate pomegranate, and cried my eyes out. Couldn’t really go back to sleep after that. The only thing that relaxed me was the thought of how large and gorgeous your light brown eyes looked near the bright windows, and how I wanted to wear