by Danny Bloom
I'm scared, worried, nervous, anxious, tired, exhausted,
but holding together.
Holding together pretty well.
Sometimes you rip the seams of my sewn heart, though.
Of course, I'm good at sewing now.
Earlier, I just took a breath too deep and felt the sore, poked holes in my chest.
Not too bad, actually.
It's a bit like when you have a cramp in your foot,
But then you massage it and it feels really good afterwords.
Even feels better than it did before you know?
You know, I love you a lot.
A whole lot.
More than I ever knew was possible.
Sometimes, I think about us getting married.
I think about sex too.
About us, though.
Replaying some of my favorite moments together.
I think dating you was the best decision I've ever made.
I'm positively sure about that, I mean, look at us now.
Look at you.
Submission date : 2010-03-23
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