I love unmade beds.
I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything
but honest in that moment.
I love the look in people's eyes when they realize
they're in love.
I love the way people look when they first wake up and
they've forgotten their surroundings.
I love the gasp people take when their favorite character
dies.
I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the
clouds.
I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the
time.
I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared
makeup and their daydreams.
Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into
words.
