Nook We have nooks on each other's bodies When I sleep my nook is next to his right arm pit He is the best smell I have ever smelled When his hands are cold (always) he squishes them between my thighs And he never minded having cold hands but they're happier in my non existent thigh gap We share Daily Tiny Things They can be things or moments or thoughts, they may not be tiny at all I am not terrified of being married I'm terrified of being married and lonely We're older and were hurt and enjoyed being alone And that helps a lot To know the difference between lonely and alone It helps but I don't think it matters I thought a lot of things mattered and a lot of things were perspective and taking the right course of action But actually we messed up a lot And we didn't see each other and then we did I think I was very cynical but chose to try anyway That's all I did really Everything else had nothing to do with me And I think the self help romance section in the bookstore is stupid Maybe you wont be in love, maybe you will be, maybe you'll stop, maybe you'll start again I don't think there's a formula I think there are nooks and you can be happy in the nooks I miss my nook And I would very much like to share all the daily tiny things every day And I dont want a poofy white dress and cake and weird ritual But I guess that's how you sign up I want to sign up |