I love listening to horrible pop music. I love drinking decaf coffee. I love sitting in the balcony at the movie theatre with all the other 21 and overs, drinking strong IPAs and cringing at Tom Cruise. I love early mornings with friends; cereal with blueberries and orange juice. I love the roar of the truck engine turning over after a few idle days, love punching buttons at the gas station, love defrosting my coffee cup in restroom bathroom.
I love the promise of letters from far away. I love the thought of the open road.
I love forgetting what my face looks and knowing myself only through my own eyes.
