It's times like this: when I'm laying in my bed, in complete and utter silence--with nothing but the chirping of crickets resonating throughout my room--where my mind wanders to you.
What you're thinking, where you're at, what's got you smiling, or laughing, or so over-the-bend happy that you can't stand to do anything else but simply be oversaturated with joy.
I wonder how you must look, so at peace with yourself. I imagine being there with you--being the reason behind your effortless grin.
Because, Jesus Christ, there's nothing that makes me happier than seeing you like that.
After all, when you've spent the majority of your life wondering if you'll ever smile again, the best action for me is to do everything in my power to execute that.
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random thoughts & scrawls
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