two november 2009
two : forty-three p.m.

it is nice to hear from you (and your bicycle, and your house with kittens and warm laundry and "dear you" in the background) on the bad days. on the days where the weight of needing him (and his cold hands, and his strong arms, and the way i can't decide if he is more or less than i imagine him to be) is crushing, too much, head down, heavy sighs.

and i thought i was over it, but i will always love you in some way.