i'm curled in a ball underneath my blue blanket when he walks in. he apologizes, fifteen minutes late, and climbs into bed beside me, his arm wrapping around my waist. it's as though this is our home, and we're ready to drift off to sleep, only to be waken up to the warmth between us.
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his eyes close and his breathing becomes more uneven. i kiss his cheek, knowing this is what i love, this is what i want. (forever and ever)
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it's funny how, when you step back from a situation, you can see what people were actually trying to do. trying to mold you into what they wanted, into what they considered perfect. those people are quite unnecessary, eh?