It feels a little like knowing that you're the steady choice,
Not quite spontaneous or risky enough to grab their attention in the first
Moment,
But warm and always there
People take advantage of that, falling in and out of love, but always Knowing that there's the soft warmth waiting for them at home
I fear that if I ever marry, that my husband will stray, seeking out more
Adventure while trusting in the quiet commitment of me
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
It feels a little like knowing that you're the steady choice,
Not quite spontaneous or risky enough to grab their attention in the first
Moment,
But warm and always there
People take advantage of that, falling in and out of love, but always Knowing that there's the soft warmth waiting for them at home
I fear that if I ever marry, that my husband will stray, seeking out more
Adventure while trusting in the quiet commitment of me
written in march of 2015
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