03.15.02
Prepare yourself
This is what I need. Mornings like this morning. Waking early to each other, laying in bed talking, laughing, playing, for three hours.
We talked about our ending, about our fears and we both cried a little, and he hugged me tight and told me how much he loved me, how I was one of the most beautiful people he knows. I'm not ready, I won't be ready. And I wish to God it wasn't going to happen.
Our little jokes, his eyes when he smiles, when he kisses me with them open and looks so serious, the little noises he makes, the songs he sings. He saved me. Or maybe I saved myself. But at least I know that I can be saved.
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