explosion of fluffiness I'm not used to drama anymore, maybe I never was I'm so happy, I don't know how to process it And I'm in love and it's requited and I feel so unbelievably lucky And don't you dare jinx it It's inconvenient and scary and makes me want to vomit all the time But it doesn't feel like it's new I'm not dreading an impending splat I'm not worried, even though I probably have lots of reason to be I don't know He fits He eats my paranoia and I eat his He's all the crazy things I thought I'd only dream about, all of them, not 'some of them but oh it's too bad he doesn't understand this or that'-- he's everything And he feels like family And he looks different every time I see him, I'm getting used to his face and his habits He's not a shiny thing anymore He's part of the day and part of my thoughts I don't ever get bored and I don't ever get tired and I never want space And he loves K, and he loves my family, and I didn't have to ask And his snores are so comforting And... I hope all of you love him too, you better, or I'll tweak your nose without any affection |