1// Pastel colored perfume boy. Half eaten red velvet cheesecake and jazz music on a Saturday evening in a cozy cafe. Me reciting poetry to you and you pretending to listen to it because you love listening to my voice. Walking through art galleries while we're holding hands looking at the prettiest art. The way you put your hand on your head just because you like it, pisses me off. The way you touch my legs while driving while I'm not paying attention and how you grab my hand and place it on the gear stick and your hand above mine. How you let me hold your pinky finger while walking and let me completely lean on your shoulder while walking. //1.
