Dear,
I have not let myself sleep yet so my body and soul will feel the last couple drops of this melancholy, for I've just reconciled with you and it's a the kind of beauty that comes with red eyes. I have so many things to say but I don't feel the need to write them down, I think I can explain it all on speaking terms. I just want to sit with you for long periods of time and I surely hope this means I trust you because I know a little deeper that you're there to be trusted. I also dance for this, one of the truest things I've know. And thanks, for all these good and perfect things. Whether you're mine or not in fifteen years I promise I will say that it was love, I know it was love. It wasn't that other stuff where, what the hell was I doing I was mean and selfish. It was honest and I let things go for you. That's a strange experiance, that's why I know it's true. Thank you for cleaning my windows, that's the best a man has ever done. In the cold and frost you made your way right through the lines.
posted by Unknown @ 2:15 AM
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