and i look over and there s this guy i have never seen. i ve been there for three years. i can t believe how gorgeous he is. and i m going, what do i say? what do i say? i had no idea what to say. a few months later, i was working on a film. we worked all night long and he walks up out of the dark. he was confident and awkward. he was a study in contrasts. then he handed me a poem by bob dylan, sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. he would rewrite dylan s songs to fit his life. and then he he just scanned the quad and the darkness that went over his face, the edge, the worry, the dissonance was
i ve been there for three years. i can t believe how gorgeous he is. and i m going, what do i say? what do i say? i had no idea what to say. a few months later, i was working on a film. we worked all night long and he walks up out of the dark. he was confident and awkward. he was a study in contrasts. then he handed me a poem by bob dylan, sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. he would rewrite dylan s songs to fit his life. and then he he just scanned the quad and the darkness that went over his face, the edge, the worry, the dissonance was shocking to me. i mean, that was one of the
the same time. and i look over and there s this guy i have never seen. i ve been there for three years. i can t believe how gorgeous he is. and i m going, what do i say? what do i say? i had no idea what to say. a few months later, i was working on a film. we worked all night long and he walks up out of the dark. he was confident and awkward. he was a study in contrasts. then he handed me a poem by bob dylan, sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. he would rewrite dylan s songs to fit his life. and then he he just scanned the quad and the darkness that went over his face, the edge,
and i look over and there s this guy i have never seen. i ve been there for three years. i can t believe how gorgeous he is. and i m going, what do i say? what do i say? i had no idea what to say. a few months later, i was working on a film. we worked all night long and he walks up out of the dark. he was confident and awkward. he was a study in contrasts. then he handed me a poem by bob dylan, sad-eyed lady of the lowlands. he would rewrite dylan s songs to fit his life. and then he he just scanned the quad and the darkness that went over his face, the edge, the worry, the dissonance was