Sunday, June 26, 2016

Okaeri

Okaeri

I hope "Welcome home" means I love you. It doesn't, at least not in the way I wish...
We have it so good. Friendship is amazing and I spend loads of time with you. //i should be satisfied and leave well enough alone. But I can't. You are home to me now. I am calm when I am in your arms and our breaths and hearts synchronize. Once I am there, once you let me be there, how am I ever to let you go?
I remember the precursive hand I found resting on my waist, and then it moved to my hip, pulling me into you. I remember waking up and realizing you were asleep behind me. Why do I have to remember these things as cherished, one-of-a-kind moments?
We are a team. I want you always.
Tadaima
I love you

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