We have held on and held each other through the years in between. There are days when I wish I could go back to a warm summer night where the moon was gold... But I choose to stay here. Here is real.
No later than sooner, I want our fat chunk of syrupy, shiny happy to make the wait look like pebbles that we'd toss in a river in Spain or leave on an Asian beach for the waves to wash away. I want what is ours and I want it no different because I am a piece of him and he is mine. We are not children playing with love and hurt has been plenty. Let there be no games before we die.
No later than sooner, I want our fat chunk of syrupy, shiny happy to make the wait look like pebbles that we'd toss in a river in Spain or leave on an Asian beach for the waves to wash away. I want what is ours and I want it no different because I am a piece of him and he is mine. We are not children playing with love and hurt has been plenty. Let there be no games before we die.
