he opens the door and someday, he thinks to himself, 'i'll find loveliness coming out of each light ribbon from the windows. i'll find love.'
he can reach the bottom of anyone else's truth but he can't get to the best of his heart's purity. i don't ever question him. i don't even understand him, i just allow him some nice room for thought beside me. and he'll have it whenever he wants...
he sighs most of the time but he's a candid man, he sighs and smiles.
i'll just sit around him and watch his mannerisms making me get a little shy for loving him so much.
