Love them, hate them, fuck them. Usually in that order.


A precarious thing, always under siege from the outside world. Made all the more brilliant when it survives it all: When you carve paradise on earth from these precious moments, when you find reprieve.

The day is yours and his and ours. You melt into his arms and clutch him tightly. You ponder everything together between cups of coffee. You gaze into each others' eyes and you feel it. You're falling into his rhythm.

I still feel it. The smile after his kiss goodbye. Blissed out.