Those ears. They were what first drew me to you. I couldn't resist. The adorable appendages covered with a downy layer of silky white fur. Beneath snowy bangs lie your fierce, beautiful golden eyes; a mouth that is quick to snap but slow to apologize, that says one thing and means another. Does it truly mean what it says about me? I won't give up on it, on you no matter what happens. I follow your hair, up the spine to those delicate triangles. Imagine tweaking them, foolishly. It all began with those ears. One day, I'll cut them of.