Mar. 21, 2017
God I miss your scent. To wrap myself up in a bundle of blankets with it would be a higher heaven that I'll never know. Your softness makes me feel brave. Your kindness makes me wish I had more of it for myself. Your goofiness and silliness always makes this heartbeat a little louder over all the other noises in my head. I don't want to pretend to be anyone else but myself with you. Eres magia. You are magic and tenderness and you trip over your own two feet, I smile just thinking of you. I'd give up my everything for yo, but instead I'll keep my all and use it to build a future with our dogs and cats and Oliver. It's really quiet, the kind long golden afternoons provide, and that's how it feels to be with you. Everything disappears and it's only you and me. But the colors and people become more vibrant and beautiful.
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