As he flipped through her book, she felt her heart beat all the way down in her toes. She cared a lot about what he thought considering how long they’d known each other, and she couldn’t really tell how she felt about that.
I want something wonderful
The problem is
There are different types of wonderful
I want to lift my face to the sky
And let my skin soak up the beams
But I also want to lay in the dark
And watch the stars wink at each other.
Or maybe I could soar
And watch the gray burst into colorful flames
But there’s also something beautiful about dwaling about a monochromatic world.
So then
You see my dilemma
For there are many paths to lead
Many lives to choose
All of which make my heart sing.
There was a little sketch of a bird in the corner of that page, and she found herself staring at it while waiting for him to finish reading.