An Open Love Letter
Hearing your laughter is like placing ice packs on a bad sore. It feels real. It feels good. Ironically, we aren't always like that. We disagree on a lot of things. Food, movies, food, timing. And you know, More food. Some days you act like acid on wounds; Really mean, almost brutal. Haha I don't mean violence. Truthfully I get reminded a lot for those days. It's okay, though. Sometimes we lose ourselves, We don't know where we're headed. I'm just grateful to be wherever you are. That sums up our relationship; It's not perfect but it feels right. Tell me more good things in the future. I'll be looking forward to that. P/s: Please don't try to touch my pimples so you can name it after yourself.