I love...

I love unmade beds.
I love when people are drunk and crying
and cannot be anything but honest in that moment.
I love the look in people's eyes
when they realize they're in love.
I love the way people look when they first wake up
and they've forgotten their surroundings.
I love the gasp people take
when their favorite character dies.
I love when people close their eyes
and drift somewhere in the clouds.

I fall in love with their breakdowns
and their smeared makeup
and their daydreams.

Honesty is just too beautiful
to ever put into words.