no apologies for lost time....
Some days I can't believe we made it. Out of the womb. Out of infancy. Out of diapers. Out of tire swings. Out of gym class. Out of tie-dye. Out of insecurity (for the most part). Out of cliques. Out of our parent's houses. Out of our minds.
And right into each other's arms.
Purple walls, fish pumpkins, "killing Steve", soups, text messages, little tigers, crunching leaves, bike rides, finding shells, holding hands. This is the good life. My heart's so full that words were forced thru my fingertips and onto another medium.
I love you.
And right into each other's arms.
Purple walls, fish pumpkins, "killing Steve", soups, text messages, little tigers, crunching leaves, bike rides, finding shells, holding hands. This is the good life. My heart's so full that words were forced thru my fingertips and onto another medium.
I love you.