carry me over
i'm so fucking in love with this other. & i dont know him.
i dont know what he gets when he goes to starbucks, or what his favorite song is or where he grew up.
i dont know if he's ever been in love.
but i'm listening to him sing- his voice isnt even that good- & i'm losing myself.
i repeat;; there is nothing special about this man
all i know is the way he looks at me & his body language & how one minute he has me laughing harder than i've ever laughed, & the next i'm melting.
he's so average its amazing.
this other is something i'll never start with, & he just might be the one thing i finish.