To whom it may concern (It should be obvious):
Remember that day all our metaphors stumbled out of our mouths and broke on the floor, but we loved each other anyway? Or when we fell asleep stuck to each other, and curled up perfectly?
I want that to be everyday. I want to eat couscous, and watch movies, and wake up to kiss your sleepy head before I waltz off to school or work or wherever.
I want to not get hurt, or hurt, ever again. I want to have a one and only, to get an apartment and drink tea at the kitchen table and make messes in the living room and get into fights because we're both crazy and go off my meds because we don't have insurance and cry ourselves to sleep and wake up new. I want to get drunk and wake up half dressed, soaked in whiskey. I want to move halfway across the country in the wrong direction.
I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
I mean it.
The only reason I ran away was because I'm an idiot. I won't do it again.
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3 comments:
Olá, goût très du Blogue.
Excuse ne pas écrire plus, mais mon français n'est pas bon.
Eh eh eh... I am Anastácio.
Une accolade depuis le Portugal
Sorry you are going to see that there is a new comment and it is just from me.
But this post makes me nauseous and it actually makes me want to love? Gag, well at least I love you this much. (You can love him all you want but this whole half-way across the country thing is unnecessary. You can't love me from that far away.)
wow, your writing reveals itself beautifully in this post! oh yes, the joys and pains of falling in love... that darn thing never fails to inspire!
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