i love her…
…in the weight of quietness. in the daylight, i’ve slept in, the sun warm against my skin for once, the clouds rolling pictures, as they do. in this mundane, in this disconnected quiet, the day itself is not enough.
oddly, when a girl loves a girl, it just sounds a lot like a girl in love.
i love her...
...and it is a daily devotion. it is that hard—and that simple.
she is always,
always worth it.
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i love her…
…in the weight of quietness. in the daylight, i’ve slept in, the sun warm against my skin for once, the clouds rolling pictures, as they do. in this mundane, in this disconnected quiet, the day itself is not enough.