In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Born to Be With You.”
I love the way her smile catches the sun and shines it right into my soul. The way her cheeks brighten up with the electricity of a thousand neurons firing off, and the way her eyes light up and her pupils grow to be a hundred times the size of a supernova. Her smile is my medicine when all I can feel is the waves and the dust of futile winds; and my overdose when all I can feel is the good vibes of a pleasurable day. She gives me the shivers and electrifies my soul just in the way that she smiles and looks at me. I cannot get enough, and sometimes I wonder if the lines that appear around her lips are a drug.. for if I had it my way, I would be taking a hit with each and every heartbeat that I possess.