BlueEyedRose

There is no one moment when you fall in love,
Just the collection of all the laughter,
and tears,
and deep conversations between two people.

There is a snapshot from class,

My mailbox is yellow, my best friend calls it a lemon.
I don’t know how I feel about that though,
Does that mean everything in there comes out sour? Maybe.
Because I feel like all that comes out of my mailbox is

This, is how you talk to me. 
You look me in the eye, 
And you say hello, 
And if you want you can shake my hand, 
Because I don't bite, and I will shake back. 
Simple so far, don't you think?