Lost: If found, please contact immediately:
S: indie boy who wears plaid flannels and wears mantellectual glasses who reads chuck palahniuk and listens to first aid kit.
K: who hugs me constantly
K: and reads to me aloud
K: who has named all of my freckles
S: and looks at me like he wants to kiss me constantly
S: and lets me wear his shirts as robes
K: and who knows all the details of jeff buckley’s death
K: who is wild about french cinema and makes me stay up late to watch movies and he like pauses some scenes
K: and jumps around saying, “did you just see that, OH MY GOD…brilliant...fucking brilliant!!!"
S: with that excited little boy voice that gets all crinkly and high pitched. and best of all, can whisper sweet french nothings into my ear as i’m falling asleep
K: or just plays some serge gainsbourg while he makes me eggs
S: and crepes
S: with nutella
K: and then after we will go record shopping
K: and find nothing but will buy a new needle for our old record player we keep in the kitchen
S: but while searching, will continuously try and fail to surprise the other with an incredibly unknown band
K: and when he leaves to go to work at the coffee shop, he’ll leave me a piece of a robin’s egg shell next to my bed
S: with a little romantic note scribbled beside it
K: in pencil
K: it will say something like...you are my silly bird
2 comments:
yum yum yummy
call me cynical, although deeply in love, but that sounds like a fantasy no one will every quite live up to...good luck ladies!
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