I Want To Love You Impossibly
That’s what I want, with you—
the messy, the imperfect,
the impossible.
That’s what I want, with you—
the messy, the imperfect,
the impossible.
I love the way you chose me and didn’t waver.
Maybe I’ve been wrong, thinking love was this complex, frustrating thing—when in truth, to love someone is the easiest thing in the world.
I’m a stranger in this hotel room. Without the smells and roughness of my boyfriend’s hands I’m just a visitor in this city, in this place.