Tuesday, December 11, 2012

My alarm clock.


C: What does it smell like?
S: Like cuddling at 5:30 a.m.
S: Like feeling safe despite there being no danger.


Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Heart strings have been tugged

The other day I asked S what constituted a date. Initially I thought it was silly when he told me that it meant being too nervous to finish an entire slice of pizza. How could that be when I love pizza?

He was right.