Take it all back.
Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs.
A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty.
The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet.
Coffee in the morning. These are just moments.
I struggle with the in-betweens.
I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

// Pablo Neruda