you fill me up to the brim with your affection and love, that i go to sleep with butterflies in my stomach and a fuzzy warmth all over.
it’s late and you’re superstitious—you should be in bed away from your supernatural fears, getting a well deserved rest. But you are with me, and for once I believe that I have actually done something good in my life to deserve this. You tell me your stories at 3am and I sense tiredness in your voice, and then you lean a little closer, the physical weight of you a little heavier on my shoulders, and your natural comforting scent comes at me in full power. And so, I hold you a little tighter.
your back hurts after a while, and it reminds me that humans are fragile beings; soft, tender, delicate. I touch your hands and forearm, my thumbs draw circles on your skin where it’s warm, I feel you relax and then you calm all my storms.
your eyes look tired and you yawn, and I think that I probably shouldn’t keep you up too long. The walk back was freezing cold in the night wind, but something inside was warm, full, like the first sip of hot chocolate in a raging snowstorm.
you give me a hug before you go to bed. my head explodes, you drive me nuts. then, I start the car engine and drive back home, but sadly home is away from you.
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