Space sucks... Bear want squeeze toy! >.

I open the door to my home and the cold brass hinges whine against their screws and new wood as I turn and shut it behind me in the darkness. My bag drops to the floor released from my fingers with a hollow thud, the contents of the lunch bag inside long emptied hours before. With a heavy sigh and a hand on the stairs railing I lean down and untie ( Read more... )

Because...

...of the way you smile at me when I'm sly
...of the way your touch says you care
...of the times we spend under blankets hiding from air conditioning cold
...of the way you know how to make me smile
...of the way you sit over my shoulder when I'm raiding
...of the times that our inside jokes are born
...of the way your eyes are permanently ( Read more... )