Abe just looked at me and said “I’m so lucky to have a girl like you”
I asked why, and he said “I don’t know, I just feel that way when I look at you.”
If any girl would like a clone of him, I’m working on it. I feel like the world needs more super-sweet, hard working, talented men/great dads-to-be. Might cost ya a hefty fee though.
One of the reasons I love being in this house is the history it has.
This house is where my boyfriend, the father of my child, grew up.
It housed him as a whining child, a hectic teen and now a grown, gorgeous man.
It has housed our love.
It’s where our child was conceived.
When I climb the stairs and the house is quiet I picture Abram as a little boy, bounding up the stairs barefoot and clumsy to his bedroom to play.
Crazy hair and all.
Probably in some outfit that didn’t entirely make sense.
Lanky & fair skinned with his snaggletoothed smile.
Now our child will be raised in this house. From a small newborn until we outgrow our portion and buy a house of our very own.
And someday I can only hope that their significant other feels the same way when they enter our home. The magic of it all. The love inside the walls. The very support beams of the house bursting with it.
Love is grown here. Love is raised. Love is made. Love is born all over again. Generations of it in a town no one but from around here really even cares to know about.
Yet here we are.
All three of us.
We just dimmed the lights in our living room, put on You & I by Michael Buble’ and slow danced together. I cried small happy tears, stole the glasses off his face to look into the marble grey of his eyes and we kissed enough kisses to saturate the entire world.
He’s in his penguin Pjs. I’m in his shirt over my dress.
He paused his video game for me.
“Skyrim can be paused, our lives cannot.”
My heart was beating faster than a hummingbirds, I could feel my pulse beating in my wrist on the back of his neck. Smelling the perfume I spritzed on said wrist earlier today in Macys alongside my best friend the whole while.
I’ve never wanted something to last forever so badly. I’ve never been treated like a princess to this degree. It’s the most beautiful thing my soul has ever witnessed. I am completely swept off my feet.
Now we’re sitting here with our limbs touching as always, he’s back to his games, I’m back to my blogging, and I’m listening to all the sappy music my heart can handle. (See:All I want for christmas is you, covered by Michael Buble.) Soon enough we’ll be laying side by side for our usual pillow conversations. I’ll probably cry a few more times before the night is over. We’ll squeeze our hands around each others, wrap ourselves around each other like the vines on the porch and fall deeper as we do every single day.
I’m so glad these seven years have lead me back into your arms where I belong. I am the luckiest girl on this planet. Thank you for giving me your heart.
I adore every ounce of your entire being.
I want to take you far from the cynics in this town & kiss you on the mouth.
We’ll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, start a brand new colony.
Where everything will change, we’ll give ourselves new names.
Identities erased, the sun will heat the grounds under our bare feet in this brand new colony.
He’s fast asleep right now. With his arms around my tummy and his face burrowed between our pillows. I’m wide awake and following the even pattern of his breathing with my own. He’s twitching gently, and I wonder what he’s dreaming of.
Below our bedroom I can hear his family talking, his mother vaccuuming is what woke me up. I hear her light, airy voice followed by a deep rumbling voice, either his fathers or his brothers. I’m not quite positive.
I have no problems with doing this forever. And he intends to make it so. We’ve kissed away the nighttime already this morning, I kissed his cold shoulders & he kissed my forehead in return. He fell back to sleep, and here I am.
The tears I wept last night were absurd. He held me, face to face beneath me and I soaked his skin with happy tears. I can’t believe this is real regardless of how many times he assures me.
I hope this feeling never fades.
“I’m making a mix but I’ve got your pins in my hair”
Sweetest thing to wake up to & read with groggy eyes.
Fuck. I wish our schedules weren’t so busy & opposite. I bask in every second I’m with you. I wish we could run away & never have to deal with another second of time where we’re not with each other, for so many reasons.
Why does everything hurt so much right now?
I have no clue what I’m doing. May as well admit that openly while I’m ahead.