collapsing once more by your side.
This is my favorite Jesse. The one who talks with me in low voices . The one whose breathing quickens when I stroke his hair. Whose skin is pressed so tightly against mine. The Jesse no one but me gets to experience, the one who kisses my forehead and whispers "I love you sweetheart" before drifting off to sleep.
I know our relationship is hard sometimes, because we are both so different from what the other is used to. But thinking of this Jesse always makes anything else just melt away. Everything is worth looking into your eyes at the end of the evening and knowing that, no matter what else happens in this world, I am with you. And that is where I should be.
I know our relationship is hard sometimes, because we are both so different from what the other is used to. But thinking of this Jesse always makes anything else just melt away. Everything is worth looking into your eyes at the end of the evening and knowing that, no matter what else happens in this world, I am with you. And that is where I should be.