I need you to look at me like you do; like I'm not digusting. You're not afraid of me. Your eyes don't lie. You're in those eyes, tough as nails and soft, and beautiful, thats you. I always check your eyes first, then your mouth. It never stops, when you're not talking you're laughing, at me sometimes, but it makes me feel good. I don't know why; like we share something. Is that what its like to love somebody?
Tea; I don't know anything about love, but I'm getting to know your eyes and that mouth, and I want to know more, because you make me not afraid of myself.
