i love her…
…hands, bigger than mine but not by much, much like the rest of her. at times her hands haunt me, ghost howls of where they once were, yet are no longer. overboard in midnight hours, her hands were lifelines.
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…
…hands, bigger than mine but not by much, much like the rest of her. at times her hands haunt me, ghost howls of where they once were, yet are no longer. overboard in midnight hours, her hands were lifelines.