yoyoyowatch3

I fell in love too easily: I fell for the stars. I fell for the sky. I fell for brown eyes. I want the boring things: To wear pajamas all day. To build a pillow fort. To wake up in someone's arms. I like the mundane: The feel of rain. The taste of honey. The smell of lilies.   But really I fell for all the right things. Nothing is truly boring. And "mundane" is just another word for "under appreciated".