10:51 a.m. - 2009-09-07
That's all I ever want to do. Sit down and laugh with someone and talk for hours. The harder it is for you to open your mouth, the harder I try, and it's what I live for. I don't care how long it takes. If I think you've got something nestled in the corner of your cheek that will thread through and keep together peaces of mind, then I'm going to try really hard to sweet talk it out.
I'm not a walking dictionary, I often get lost in thought, and I am always surprised when people care more than I anticipate. But my brain always takes snapshots of your smiles and pins them up. I rarely notice what color your eyes are, but I will remember everything they tell me. And you will know it.
Like I said, some people just know how to do that, it's like second nature for them to get simple, quiet folks to be themselves.
That doesn't make tons of sense, but oh, well.
I'm not picky about who I like. I'm picky about who I sit down and have a cup of coffee with.
My ego feels weird.