I wouldn’t mind living like this, a small little place that over looks the city. I could play records, drink tea, paint on Sundays, read books sprawled out on the ground and romance men way out of my league. That’d be nice.
When I realized I loved you it was not romantic Not flush with pink roses & wine but rather normal Rather standing in line at CVS clutching a four pack of peanut butter cups & cold medicine It was a quiet realization Like checking the weather I was currently standing in "Huh. It’s a bit warmer than I would have guessed.”