- At the end of the day, everyday, for the rest of your life--you'll be alone in bed together, just the two of you, forever (or at least until you find a damn good divorce lawyer) --so who gives a crap about what anybody else says or thinks or advises out of the goodness of their hearts? If you find somebody who makes the first sentence of this blog appealing instead of horrifying --you hold on to them till your fingers turn blue I can talk about a lot, But there is only one person who smells like sleep, who can dream while i snore and drool on his chest, who genuinely isn't afraid of the unknown and who makes me laugh like an insufferable child when we're alone together There's only one person I can't run away from, and the second i stopped running i felt home. He does these little things, full of love and he does them without realizing. Most of the time I can't stand him. I love him so much I would END him for hurting me and i would light other people on fire for hurting him. It's generally very mushy and violent (only metaphorically) between us. No more whimsical love affairs and hurting my body No more thinking for one But I don't miss that I loved growing up with him and I'll love growing old with him too |