The boys I fall in love with always look so sleepy. They are not well rested, groomed, or clean but they carry visible, physical scars and have more troubles than they are worth. They start songs that they become too weary and too sick to finish. They have a voice, cracked and marred with the after effects of cigarettes. They have a look, the feeling of a film where the story has ended, but the given pause of their exhaustion is more beautiful than all that I’ve ever seen. The boys I fall in love with are always so tired, and I think that’s always a part of the diegesis that’s meant to be.
Because when we meet each other, we can fall asleep together, and the end of our fairy tale will become just a matter of “Finally."
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