Cogito, ergo sum.

The way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person’s soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.

There is something about people who are passionate about music that makes me fall endlessly in love with them. There is something about the way that the right corner of their mouth turns up slightly when a song they love comes on the radio. There is something about the way they tap their fingers on the steering wheel and drive carelessly and fluidly, as though the streets are melodies. There is something about their carefulness when they first sit at the piano, as they gently place their fingertips on the snow white keys. There is something about the contentment in their voice as they softly sing a song to themselves as they straighten their book shelf or stir that bubbling soup pot. There is something about the heat in their eyes as they absolutely lose themselves at a concert, because they are surrounded by their family