"Okay, I rarely write cute happy things, but give me a chance. You have a gaze of a coffee cup, spilling my body with caffeine. Sweet and bitter, yet you're keeping me awake all night. Okay. I have this dream to live in a lakehouse, isolated from loud friction and noises. Far away from car alarms and the catastrophic wall that locks us away from all things free. In my dream, we sit by the lake and talk about crazy shits we've endured, the night gets colder in each day but that's okay because we radiate warmth even in the slightest touch. I want to run around barefeet on a wet dandelion field while screaming about all the hell creatures that's been living in my head, as if they're going to vanish just by saying it out loud. I am also a fan of sugar, and you're the first chocolate I bumped into right at first few steps I took to candy store, I swirl my tongue out and upon my lips and love the way how you taste as sweet. I know it doesn't make any sense. The point is, when I'm with you I am consumed with sweet energy, like being shone under neon lights or taking a midnight swim. That's how I feel. Luxurious. Ecstatic. It's like living in a long dream, with demons and angels and it's all very exciting. I know you can be risky, but who cares? I'd rather have my heart broken later than spending the rest of my life completely blunt on the existence of a species such as you. Besides, it's kind of fun to be a little dumb and in love. Don't you agree?"
