It feels like I'm unravelling, one organ at a time.
I'm watching you move in.
There's nothing else to talk about anymore.
We stand there, caught up at last.
Would you have opened the door? I hoped you'd have.
"You have a glint in your eye and a smile on your face that makes my heart beat wildly."
I'm waiting for the bus.
When I open my eyes, I'm blinded.
Rustic and old and charming.