the mornings always start off so well.
the unanswered phone calls.
the fights in the streets of brooklyn.
the misconstrued words.
my head on your shoulder.
the words spoken as the moonlight filters through the curtains.
the empty gatorade bottles.
the giraffe named glen.
two others on a t-shirt.
standing in front of the a/c.
filling up the britta at 4:30am.
the windy rooftop barking dog.
a run through the pouring rain.
your smelly feet.
my inability to blow my nose.
the morning breath makes it all worth it.