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 me. He has ADHD. He can focus on disc golf and legos and vices. But he doesn’t know how to focus on me. I'm crazy in love with a man who eats & smokes like a bum, and wants to live like that forever. Your drug of choice is convenience, B. But for you I work; I’d fly down to your level… just to hear you talk about your life and hold you for another day. xoxo