You make me happy
You make me happy. I wasn’t sure if that’s what it was, at first, but that wasn’t your fault. It was only because I wasn’t used to the feeling. I felt my shoulders unclenching and my face softening into a smile and I thought, “What is this? What’s happening? Am I turning into a werewolf or a fly or a blueberry?” But then, it kept happening. It happened when I touched you on your back at that bar...
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without...– (via florida-sounds)