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Listen I’m kind of stumped. Because it’s been so long that I’ve thought of you I don’t remember that soft soft face, since I told myself no I’ve lost touch with your thighs; but really, I’ve deadened every brain cell that I can’t even picture your stomach when you stretch to yawn and says hello maybe winks. Don’t remember a god damn bit of your patience or your reflection in Lake Michigan - that’s all forgotten b/c my new girl got a smile that kills and eyes that shine. Love er as the day is long she stay up talkin to me with a blanket round er she very intellectual. Can’t beat that true love she drink caramel machiattos too we're meant to be.
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