I believe in slow dances in candlelight and the way sunsets taste when you're somewhere far from home. I paint with my hands, my voice, my laughter. If you're the kind who remembers little details, I’ve already chosen you.

I love the kind of talk that lingers after the lights go down. Soft words, shared dreams, and the way your voice dips when you mention your favorite movie or a place you've never been.

Rude people.