I am learning you.

Your bends, your folds. Your morning breath, hot on my cheek. Your hand in the small of my back, a gentle secret in a crowded bar, my thoughts askew from too much whiskey.

I am trusting you.

Intermittent texts translate to hours lost in Logic and tracking, a drive to finish projects and work hard. They don’t mean you changed your mind.

I am forming to you, wrapping my life around you and settling into the comfort of someone near me at last.

You have seen my worst parts, but you’re still here. We aren’t perfect. Sometimes I get angry for no reason and sometimes you say all the wrong things. But you’re here, and we are colliding into something wonderful.


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