you have stinky feet

There are subtle changes in the ways our relationship unfolds each day. Not bad, just different. Like when we first started sleeping together, drifting into dreams holding each other’s hands. I’d wake up, and find our hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckled anxious way of children clutching balloon strings. Now when I wake up at night, your arm is slung over my body, my leg resting on top of yours. Your form beside me is a familiar warmth, one that I’ve come to expect. To need.
After nightmares I wake up, roll over, and burry my head in the nook of your chest, (the one where your shoulder meets your neck and it’s the perfect size to rest my forehead on) and wait for you to subconsciously reach around my back, pulling me in closer. It’s a simple exchange that our bodies make, one of a mutual closeness. While I’m drifting off to sleep, I absently wonder if my brain signals can jump from my neuro-receptors to yours

If You Ever Went Away...

You would forever ruin the following things for me:
Walking at night
Bike rides
Drums
Music in general
Monkeys
France
Ice cream
Movies
Dreams
Any form of snuggling. Ever
Cooking dinner
Jazz
Lil’ wayne
Blond hair
Blue eyes
“Fierce”
Coffee
Tattoos on biceps
Mini golfing