roses on your doorstep

a purring familiar on your ribcage

our simultaneous laughter

lunch break naps

the roar and smell of the sea in the dark

a slice of pie in bed

couch cuddles

handwritten sentiments on personalized stationery

the right song coming on at the most necessary moment

my name in his flourishes

homemade cookies with the perfect balance of chips

climbing into a fuzzy blanket that feels like home

the comfort of pretzeled limbs that make you feel… safe

consistency

a trip to the art store

conversations that feel like translucent nudity

water that feels like blood

 

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