“You deserve to be loved wholly, out loud, and all the way through.
Not that at your convenience type stuff.
That authentic love.
The kind that shows up for you.
The kind you can show up for.
The kind you don’t have to hide from.
The kind you can feel safe in the presence of.”
With him, it felt like an entire week.
With him, time didn’t exist,
the days fusing as we lost track of time,
getting lost in each other.
One week easily became two.
After a month, I stopped counting.
Time didn’t matter. We had that.
We had years if anyone was keeping count.