cross my heart hope to die

I love unfinished poetry and unmade beds. 

I love when people begin a sentence and abandon it when they realize they don't know what they want to say. 

I love holes punched through the wall because the girl loves someone else.

 I love the sound people make when they see a falling star. 

I love when they spit when they talk and then apologize for it. 

I love mascara-smeared eyes and shaky-voiced 2 AM confessions. 

I love kisses where teeth collide. 

I fall in love with people in their most honest and vulnerable moments,

 I fall in love with their stained blue jeans and slipped curse words and guilty pleasures. 

Honesty is a reminder that we're surviving, that we've survived a lot of things, and that we'll probably survive whatever comes next. 

Honesty is letting the rain fall and not worrying about getting wet.