Saturday, April 17, 2004
i suspect myself.
i called you today whilst your voice was still tender, and husky from sleep. i remember you crawling into my bed; into sweet slumber, our bodies pressed warm and packed into each other and all that i could feel --all i that knew-- was you&me&eternity.
ily.
and it's been
1
2
3
four
...
don't close the book in which this sweet chapter of our lives will forever be immortalised - let our love lie dormant in its active state
now
&
forever.
i love you.