Dear You,
Lemons.
Your eyes remind me of lemons. But not in a weird way, as if I wish to eat them, because I don’t. Then I wouldn’t be able to capture them in my memory. Instead, they’d be caught in my stomach. Plus, who actually eats lemons? I’d make lemonade.
Lemons as in your eyes are…
(Source: writeletters-dearyou)
