You're my old ragged shirt that is so comfortable to wear like a second skin.
You're my dirty old shoe that fits I just can't throw away.
You're my favourite song I could listen to on repeat.
You're my old school movie I could watch over and over and still cry like it's the first time I saw it.
You're my coffee in the morning and my tea at night.
I could keep on talking about you till I reached my destination...
And still...
The remaining fragments of my reveries.
P.s. All those other girls, well they're beautiful but would they write a prose for You?
