Sometimes…
Sometimes…
…there are too many thoughts and too little words.
…there are not enough hours in the day to spend with him.
…I want to just stare at his eyes and watch him blink, smiling.
…I want to write but nothings comes.
…I forget things.
…we are lazy but it’s a good thing.
…he leaves me notes and it turns me pink all over.
…I feel bad for not doing more.
…I worry.
…I am confident though.
…sometimes…
Sometimes I wonder at how I got to this place.
But then I just shake my head and enjoy the fact that I am here anyway.
Here with him.
In his arms.
In love.
In love with him.
<3
