An Explanation
You see, this is the problem.
Last night you asked me why I loved you. And I was thinking that you’re a lot like hearing a good song for the first time. But, no matter how many times you listen to it afterwards, you can’t get sick of it. I was thinking about how you kiss with honey on your lips, and that you remind me of finally laying in bed after a long day, or coming up for air after spending a second too long underwater. You see, I was thinking that I love you because your hands are still soft after hanging the moon.