The Fall | Rhye

The last time I was in Portland, Penelope told me about her first crush.

She said he had eyes blue like the ocean and lots of freckles on his face…like a cookie.

It was the cutest fucking thing I’d ever heard. Her face lit up so much when she talked about him. There was just this delight in her that I’d never seen before. It made me smile…and remember that delight like that about a boy, can sometimes make all the other stuff that comes with it not as pointless I’d wish it was.