Friday, September 24, 2010

Because drinking beer under starry skies ought to be better if there is kissing involved, but instead you remind us of the pleasures involved in actually longing for something. And because when we simply put words on our perception of reality, you tell us that that it is among the most beautiful things anyone has ever said about you. And whenever we think about you, a warm, white light appears. And because you makes us not know what to do, but if the birds have been twittering especially melodious on your morning bike to work, it is because we kindly asked them to.