I want to know you whether you’re afraid of sharks or spiders death or love. I want to know if it’s grammatical errors that drive you crazy or the people correcting them if you’re more comfortable shaking the sand out of your hair or snow if you prefer coffee or tea, bars or board game nights. I want to know which of your friends you’ve cried in front of if you’ve ever laughed chocolate milk out of your nose, or kissed someone you didn’t love. I want to know you beneath the layer of small talk always kept shined and smudgeless I’m just hoping one day you’ll invite me in.
– Kristen Costello