“She reminds him of every good day

he’s ever had. Every summer spent in

fields of grass. Every sunrise. Every

sunset. She tastes like dew and smells

like light. And when she speaks, it’s

like someone slowly plucking the

strings of a guitar, a sadly beautiful 

song starting to play, all his own.

And he loves her.”

― pleasefindthisIntentional Dissonance