I am no longer sure where I end and you begin. Like palatinate blue blending into violet, like the seconds before the sun sets.

I am the hopeless romantic, I am clumsy, a messy. You are a glass of something sweet, like wine, perhaps a fine cabernet Sauvignon, and I cannot contain myself. If archaeologists dig up my bones they will find my bloody heart, still beating from the thought of you.

I’m not sure how deep the ocean is, or for how many light years the universe grows —but I found you or you found me, I don’t know, and that is enough. So when we pour another cup of coffee; and our limbs curl towards each other inside blankets and we stay in bed all day holding one another — let us laugh at the fact that we are human; I have ten thousand kisses to give you and nowhere else to go…. ☺♡