You have been weaved into every letter of every sentence of everything I have ever written, but you do not recognise yourself. You are cold, and when it comes to understanding my love you are illiterate. You get tired and then we are okay. And like this, it goes on for a few days. I burrow myself under covers, you get lost in your work. The coffee gets cold, you leave the dinner in the car. The keys through the door become a less familiar sound. Your skin becomes a less familiar touch. You tell me I don’t listen to what you say, and I don’t. You interrupt me while I breakdown and then you kiss my neck and it’s okay again. We lost ourselves in the quiet hums of the world. We, so small in comparison to the universe which you swore we’d explore. I was the only face you’d ever find in the blur of the crowd. Now we are so lucky to even find each other when we are alone.
― Part one of a nightmare. (via pennyroyalprincess)
