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promise me.
December 18, 2006
last night, i crept to your bedside to make sure you were breathing. it wasn't always like this. the world wasn't always this big and what we have, small and intimate. i plant a kiss on your forehead, leave you to your dreams, move on to other worries. when you leave, i relinquish you to angels. when you return to me, i say a silent thanks. another day of hugs and big fat sloppy kisses, pulp fiction and kill bill and reservoir dogs and quentin in general, private jokes, comfortable silences, the laundry, cold cereal, hot baths, cuddling under the covers, a a fascination for area 51 and UFOs and a love for japanese food. i try to imagine a solitary life. and reel. i can't. i won't. don't. just don't. promise me. promise me.


