I am an architect of scenarios that do not exist.
When we allowed the sun to burn our skin
I close my eyes and try to separate reality from these self constructed dreams of you and me
I remember us flying kites in the field in your grandma’s
I remember us rocking on your front porch talking
I think I made this love up inside my head.
I am an architect of scenarios that will never exist.
“She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again. There is no better taste than someone else’s laughter in your mouth.”
- (via fuckinq)