Monday, May 29, 2017

The Love Of Last Meals

We're in your apartment and you're making dinner and we're laughing and I’m struggling not to tell you that this might be the best my life has ever been and somehow, I know if I tell you, you won’t believe me.

We're in your apartment and I want to tell you that even after everything that's happened to me, I can love you.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

but what i didn't ask you was if you ever thought that way about me and I still wonder

Anonymous said...

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.
Soulmate

Shelby Childress said...

Ty

Shelby Childress said...

Yessss

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