Loving a Bag of Red Flags

Portland OR

Description

2nd time we met, you kissed my hand. 3rd time, you kissed me everywhere else, too... He smells like my Gmas house, like sunshine. His eyes are glassy blue. He has smile wrinkles around his eyes, and shoulder freckles like constellations - moving. Moving me. He has ADHD. He can focus on disc golf and legos and his vices. But he doesn't know how to focus on me. I'm not sure if he could put in the effort to know me well. I wish he would. Rough to be crazy in love with a guy who eats, smokes, dresses like he's homeless - and wants to live like that forever. Your drug is convenience, B. But for you I will work; I'd fly down to your level... just to hear you talk about your life and hold you for another day. xoxo E