I've observed a little something this week about lovers.
There's always a peculiar trait among them.
It's called: mumbling.
The soft, small whisper that they only speak to each other.
The mumbling of secret hopes and fantasies.
I know I'll be exactly like that.
But It actually kind of bugs me.
However, I can't be too judgmental because I've never actually fallen madly in love with someone.
But it still kind of bugs me.
Mostly, I might be just a teeny-weeny bit jelly.