Look at you. How cute. I do not love you, barely know you, but I would like to be part of your life.
I would like to talk to you at night, ask you, what love is, how it feels to be alone, the sadness of existence, the most desperate you’ve ever felt, your earliest memories, what the stars look like, your favourite type of pizza.
I like looking at your face.
I would like to hold your waist and share a cigarette and kiss in your room.