A toast.

To the beautiful ones, the ones that I see in grocery stores, classrooms, sidewalks, buses, planes, waiting rooms, the world.
To all those unknowing souls that gave my heart a midnight fever and my head a run for its money.
To eyes and smiles and laughs that weren't meant for me but I hold onto regardless.
To the ones that turned my stomach into knots because they existed.
To the ones that someday will help remind me that I am beautiful, from my lips to all my secret parts that I don't so easily show the world.
To the one? If you are a passenger of brave, cruel world. I will be where I have always been.
To the ones who I love, to the ones who I will love, to the ones I loved.

Godspeed.
May your days be a blaze of glory without the fear of burning out.

-o