feeling feverish as i sit up in bed, bathed & with half-way-to-sleep eyes.
i just want to know that you're still mine, and i yours.
i've been writing for two hours now, i think!?...
my hair is drying a little too fast before i get the chance to blow-dry it.
it's 12:08 a.m. and i'm wondering if you got home safely.
i want to paint my nails your favorite color,
but i don't want to risk losing you.
magnificent - mundane
undeniable - grog & grain
how do you spell "gray"? with an 'a' or an 'e' before the 'y'?
the only ones who can ***** out our flame is us.
which brings both great relief but also IMMENSE fear.
simultaneity has been a close friend the past couple of years.
can we make this flame into a fire, one that can keep us warm through these cold, uncertain nights?
"i've never moved so quickly from feeling so sure to feeling so lost in such little time."
i wish it still felt like summertime.
"just keep being your sweet self", you whispered through the phone
i could hear the sleep in your voice & ache in your heart.
you still know me better than most, even if you don't know my favorite ice cream flavor.