Friday, January 27, 2012

i can't forget the place this started.

the beauty of youthful affection can be defined by its participant's innocent and nervous interactions. a simple arm graze or the act of sitting really close to someone can feel like magic in itself. and since you're usually confined to adolescent locations that don't require long distances of travel, a gesture of fondness can start with a walk and possibly lead to something sweeter. 

memoryhouse - "walk with me"