The day when love’s in the air. The day when heart-shaped decorations are hanging pretty everywhere. The day when themed chocolate and treats of all sorts stack up at each main joint of the city. 133 more words
A porch couch morning dripped in twinkle light, a spring breeze crept into February, into our morning, an argument on the water front and a churning stomach, hands held on the bus, one defeat too many, I take the bus home.
Come, don’t be afraid. It’s uncharacteristic of me to want that, I know. I usually like my space. The further away you are, the less damage you can do, but you’re pretty damn hard to resist. 188 more words