April. 13, 2017
I'm angry with you but I'll get over it. My pride will dissolve before my love for you. Te quiero mi reina. You've kept my heart cupped in those hands of yours, the ones I love to hold and touch and kiss. From your little knuckles that will take out bad people, to the tips of your fingers that have traced a million places. I will always call you home. It's the place souls like mine long to be, in hope of color and love and of course Oliver. You love him so much I hope to love like you someday. Maybe I already do.
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