I smile and lean back down, bringing him with me. I hear his heartbeat and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling back and kissing it instead while closing my eyes.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music. — Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian
