February 21

"...how does that work?"

"I have no idea, Sven."

pause

"how have you been lately?"

pause

"have you ever felt like something is... just... wrong when you're not with her?"

"what do you mean?"

"I just... when we're apart I don't feel... whole. or complete or, myself."

February 11

I hate not being able to help her. I hate when she hides things, and when things that she shouldn't worry about bother her. I love how much she cares for people, but I hate how little she can let go of.

Love and hate are strong words,

but I'm getting closer to loving her every day.

February 4

from a lover


To hold you in my arms is to wake to the sun,
for though it happens time and time again,
the delight reminds me of something supernatural,
something only He could bring to us.

To see you is to see the moon,
blazing white in the indigo sky,
a natural wonder adored by many,
experienced by few.


to a lover