thinking about someone memories making your stomach flip. Listing to music and day dreaming about what could be. Missing the times you spend together and the conversation you had.

The thing you say, when a big polish man with hair that looks like the barcode on the back of your milk, begins spitting vodka droplets on your face when telling you about this squirrel he ran over.

Oh yeah he might’ve stole your kidney.

Deciding which part of your partner’s body to first touch with your mouth.

Something between plod and wander.