The sort of wonder I feel when I think about you and me is he sort of wonder you feel when you see a word over and over again until it loses it’s meaning within the context of language and start understanding for what it actually is: an assemblage of sounds.

When I see you, I am going to jump on you, high as I can, and let my hands wander all over you as we kiss. I’m going to touch your face. I’m going to touch your neck. Your shoulders. Your back. Your arms. Your hands.

And then we are are going to run away together.