“Mess up my bed with me. Kick off the covers, I’m waiting. Every word you say I think I should write down. I don’t want to forget come daylight.”
— Joshua Radin + Schuyler Fisk, Paperweight
Some days will be harder than others. Sometimes we’ll have to fight harder than we’re used to. And maybe we’ll even feel like giving up. But when those days come, promise me you’ll remember.
Promise you’ll remember that first date when I walked towards the button-up-folded-collar-pink-tie version of yourself, or that first time when we fell asleep together underneath your covers with your arms wrapped around me, kissing my shoulder blade whenever you’d wake up in the night, or that first sunday when we realized we could sit around for hours just talking and laughing and discovering more about each other yet be perfectly content.
And really, when do you ever find someone who you can do absolutely nothing with? I don’t know about everyone else; I just know that my search ends here. I’ve already found you.
- j
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy
“And he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.”
— Richard Siken