11.14 fri, 5:26
I want to talk about everything you hold dear. I want to lay awake and listen to you describe the way mountains look at night and I want to tell you how beautiful you look playing the viola. The way it perches under your chin and you sway, arm gliding through pure gold and you set me on fire. I want to tell you how you make me blush and tell you that never happens and your fingers are storming through my head. The way your face gleams when you smile and your shoulders shaking from laughter and how much I wish I could just fucking kiss you already. But I am a coward and too sad to earn your love.