i fall for peoples insecurities. The chips in their teeth, the glasses they hate to wear, the freckles on their nose., the clumsiness in their step, the laugh they can't control. I could sit and observe someone for hours.The expressions they make when theyre puzzled, the smile they get when they enjoy something they love, the vulnerability that seaps through the cracks when they try their hardest to conceal it. I love a persons passion, when they want to suceed, when they want to make a change. A persons soul is where the beauty is. Your looks will never jump start my heart, but the beautiful words that spill from your lips and the kiddish way you shyly take my hand and spin me around will completely surge my nerve endings. I can fall in love one night of talking under a sky of adventures and I will remember every little thing that was said.
One night on an open road, no destination, no money and a free spirit to match my gypsy soul. This is what dreams are made of.
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