I would like to travel the world with you twice. Once, to see the world. Twice, to see the way you see the world.
Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a realist to the core. I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.