How precious the dreams
where we’re dancing together.
How perfect my sleep.
his pledge to her:
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar. i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle, i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger. and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
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This is too fucking cute.
About me
I am, in fact, but a reflection of everything I've witnessed, heard, learned, experienced, compiled, collected, thought, felt, smelled, and yes, even licked. I am, in my own thoughts, alone, and yet in that solitude, beloved. I am at peace, tumultuously so. I am scared of my own confidence, and yet quite uniquely brave. I am but a child at heart, and I allow for a child's sense of joy.
In truth, I am none of that. Or I am. I suppose it's up to you to find out. So here, my dear friend, is a small window into my soul. In return I ask but for a hand to hold, so that momentarily I may not feel quite so alone in my vulnerability.
