I need you to understand something: That love is not California weather. Love should not be cloudy for weeks and then, suddenly, unexpectedly sunny. Maybe for you, but not for me. Because I deserve consistency. I deserve to believe in simple things like a 3-letter sentence. I deserve more than what I accept. To receive [...]
To The Boy With The Kind Eyes I never liked the color green until your eyes met mine, and I melted underneath their gentle hue.