heatherlove
there’s a single laugh that floods the room. and it’s yours. something about the way your teeth fold under your lips spreads a smile across my face that’s more contagious than chain smoking on a summer day. drinking brandy on a fall afternoon. and sleeping naked in the depths of december. hysterically lovely. like an abstract painting that could never, ever be remade. never recreated. you’re an original. a crack. and i won’t patch you up.