My eyes trace the lines of your face. The way your lips part when you smile, the gleam of your braces, the strong jawline of yours.
My hand reached out to touch your head, the prickly sensation of the newly shaved hair makes me grin.
We lay in bed and talked about things i don’t remember now, but what i remember is falling asleep uncomfortably next to you, feeling the motions of happiness.
28 Nov 2011 / Notes
