Sunday, May 25, 2014
I like it when she cries. Oh god, wait. I must sound like a sociopath who enjoys torture. Let me explain myself. I don't like it when she's sad, in fact, I absolutely hate it, and I wish I could take her sadness and shove it into my own body if it meant that she wouldn't have it anymore. It's just the way that her tear droplets get caught in her eyelashes and the way that she leans on my shoulder for support and protection. Mascara runs down her face, but in every way, she still manages to be beautiful.