Something to Keep Me Warm.

When I was shivering in my little striped tank top while we watched the world drive by, you gave me something to keep me warm. A look in your eyes that I miss so much. A look in your eyes that drove me wild from the start.

The way that everything is so cliche, but the script seems a little more passionate than the movies. So many things are changing, yet I feel comfortable in the fact that if things change, they will only be improvements. I love that I can be quiet, that I don't always have to speak- that this little imperfection can be accepted. I feel so comfortable, more at ease than I ever recall feeling. I feel confident- more outgoing and more secure with who I am. I know there are many factors in this, but I know a little bit has to do with the little something that kept me warm such a short time ago.