everything i can think about is, once again - two hearts beating as one, your smell your eyes your laugh your special way to talk to me, your hands that touched mine for a second and then laid strategically placed on my leg for the rest of the night. we listened to kent songs on the highest volume on the stereo and my eyes followed unintentionally every single move you made. i could see you in the light from your ipod, couldn’t hear but at least imagine how your heart was beating in rhythm with the music, like mine.