"You told me that you liked the way my name tasted. “Jenna,” you said. “It’s something about the way it feels in my mouth.” Sometimes people give you their thoughts like that and you just start wondering where they came from—start trying to trace them back to their origins. I’m always trying to pick apart syllables to find intention, trying to decipher you like a code I’ve been meaning to break."
by what's mine is yrs