Now all I need is someone to slow dance with.
Have your ears ever heard anything more perfect?
Ugh. Brooklyn boys.
Cupid: STABBEDY STAB MOTHERFUCKER
The way my body instinctively finds his neck in the morning, before I know what time and day it is or what temperature I am or how many things are on my to-do list or whether I am hungry. I know him first. The rest comes after.
The definition of these things is no universal thing.