There are some things that I’d like to say to your face, but I hold myself reserved for the timing seems to be lacking and the space between is at times a little to far… You could stay here, make your home here, Hide away here, I could wrap up in cotton wool. Love love, don’t fail me now. Love love, just stay a little bit longer, a little bit more steadfast in your conviction a little bit more devoted to your source.

You didn’t have to let me now where you were, I just assumed you might’ve been arrested anyhow. It was humorus, other than the fact that you’d break my bank bailing you out. But you called just because. I collaborative effort, not in the least at odds. “Butting heads” but just having a communicative cognitive difference that is easily expressed, accepted, and embraced.

Halloween seems lightyears away. 30 days and counting, but I’d rather have you near me…

And… on a completely unrelated note… I love this