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.
