One by one
Proof of when I found you
I feel like I lost my magic. I have never been more... adrift. Yet strangely amazed at this amount of happy I can be while being adrift. Thanks to you, and all the time with you. It has been like forever (7 months.>..>> >??), and then now in the real world.... 9 more days (excluding weekends) before there is some semblance of zero dread in my mondays to fridays. Friday mornings only of course, because Friday nights on we adventure. Even if just to bum around and squeeze in beds obviously too small for two people and a lot of love. Today I stole a day because of these giddy waves, and we lost this weekend to your funny tummy. It was fun. I still wish you could stay, never have to book in. I could hide you in my room. Or keep you in my pocket.
4 days to the end of the week. 11 days to the end of the 6 month long torture (including weekends this count, keke) 19 more days till I have you all to myself ... for a week before I have another massive reason to thrash about and ask that you never leave. Even if for a week at best.
I know, I am so dramatic.... this space looks like it's long gone but I have always lingered. I should clean it up.