carey price, sitting with crossed legs on a sleek black leather armchair, engulfed in a single spotlight from above with the rest of the room bathed in darkness, his chin held in his hands:
That makes me think about those times I wanted to grab you and kiss you. But you didn’t know, so I would just pretend everything was cool. But really it was killing me. And I remember all those mornings before you even put on your makeup, when I would think to myself, “My God, she is beautiful.” And it hurt so much because I knew I could never tell you. But it was worth it just to be there looking at you.