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I have no idea why I couldn't stop smiling today.
I have no idea why it matters so much that it turns out you have soft hands.
But then I close my eyes and drift into my evening nap, and alI I want is to be in that farmhouse; kitten steps and warm drafts, peeling paint and the crumbs from our breakfast. Riding bicycles over the hills to the lake, and we've packed a bottle of wine and our pens & notebooks, we'll try as best we can to write those feelings down. I wouldn't mind leaving any of this to be near you again, I'd be happy in the (much more likely) half-collapsed shack in Kalkaska, if that's as far as we get, it's all I need.
Back to the present, the wasabi traces in my fingernails, and I shout out "we're running low on balloons", and I can feel us both ready to say "you wouldn't beleive what happened, today."
I have no idea why it matters so much that it turns out you have soft hands.
But then I close my eyes and drift into my evening nap, and alI I want is to be in that farmhouse; kitten steps and warm drafts, peeling paint and the crumbs from our breakfast. Riding bicycles over the hills to the lake, and we've packed a bottle of wine and our pens & notebooks, we'll try as best we can to write those feelings down. I wouldn't mind leaving any of this to be near you again, I'd be happy in the (much more likely) half-collapsed shack in Kalkaska, if that's as far as we get, it's all I need.
Back to the present, the wasabi traces in my fingernails, and I shout out "we're running low on balloons", and I can feel us both ready to say "you wouldn't beleive what happened, today."