day ten. someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
hey you, with the face.
i talk to you all the time. you've spent weeks at my house. i just love the way you talk. i want to hear your voice everyday, all the time. i want you to sing me to sleep while we're cuddling on the futon. i can't get enough of you, or your voice. i love the conversations we have. it could be abut sex, or love, or something absolutely silly or philosophical. i don't know how to say it, but every conversation i have with you is the very best of my life. except for the sad ones. the ones where you leave me forever. the ones where i want to throw my whole self on the ground, soul and body and curly hair and purple plaid pants in all. the ones where i just want to scream out, be with me, i'm the one who loves you, i'm the one you'll be happiest with.
i talk to you all the time. you've spent weeks at my house. i just love the way you talk. i want to hear your voice everyday, all the time. i want you to sing me to sleep while we're cuddling on the futon. i can't get enough of you, or your voice. i love the conversations we have. it could be abut sex, or love, or something absolutely silly or philosophical. i don't know how to say it, but every conversation i have with you is the very best of my life. except for the sad ones. the ones where you leave me forever. the ones where i want to throw my whole self on the ground, soul and body and curly hair and purple plaid pants in all. the ones where i just want to scream out, be with me, i'm the one who loves you, i'm the one you'll be happiest with.