SecondaryOrange

i like to think that love is a choice. that we're able to scoop it up once it's within our reach feel it and fold it and hold it spread it all over our faces like it's watercolour paint until its in us and we're in it and we are full of those gorgeous colours that you only find in sunsets and jungles and your words. then wash it off and watch the pretty sunset colours as they swirl down the shower drain until there was no trace that it was ever there and we'd be better off. but that's never how it works. i can remember that one night in june as we lay on a sleeping bag in my backyard huddled together and staring up at the sky

i like to think that love is a choice. that we're able to scoop it up once it's within our reach feel it and fold it and hold it spread it all over our faces like it's watercolour paint until its in us and we're in it and we are full of those gorgeous colours that you only find in sunsets and jungles and your words. then wash it off and watch the pretty sunset colours as they swirl down the shower drain until there was no trace that it was ever there and we'd be better off. but that's never how it works. i can remember that one night in june as we lay on a sleeping bag in my backyard huddled together and staring up at the sky