Sunday, December 23, 2012

Like spoons in a drawer.

His arm is heavy at my waist. His chest is pressed against my back. He is not snoring, but the warmth of his breath on my neck is steady.

It is freezing outside. He keeps me warm. He wants me here.

It's not often that I feel small, but he wraps me up like a child. He keeps me safe.

And still I am unsure.

He loves me. He loves me not.
Is this for real?
I don't want to stay in this place. It's too cold.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.


  1. If it feels good, stay a while.

    I hope you find a way to make decisions that will lead you to long-term happiness. Coz you deserve to be happy.

    Love you <3

    1. I fear that by the time it doesn't feel good anymore I'll be too deep to keep it clean.

      Thank you.


  2. It sounds like you have some important decisions to make, if it feels right then stay. It does look very cold outside.