take your seaside arms and write the next line...

There's a girl that comes over from time to time and laughs. And sings. And quotes random movies and song lyrics. And eats my food. And sometimes drinks my beer. And lays on my floor with big toothy grins and bright blue eyes longing for something, hair spilling over my pillow leaving her scent (marking territory?). There are songs we love and songs she won't listen to with me that may or may not belie something bigger that cannot be. Sometimes she'll hug me when she comes over, then again later, and then when she leaves...sometimes she lingers. Sometimes she falls asleep on the couch and I bring her a blanket. And she laughs. And sings.