I love watching Jake make people laugh.
sometimes, like when trying to find a book we will both enjoy enough to finish (thanks for all the assistance, typesetjez!), the fact that Jake’s taste and my entertainment tastes differ drastically is a bother; but most of the time, by absorbing his interests by proxy and presence, it serves as fertile ground into which I can plant my writerly voice.
what a wonderful Saturday. late morning cuddles, sweet orange pork omelettes, Spanish Table, olives, lomo, secret girlfriend+Joel, Super Smash Bros., Mario Kart, picking up new hobbies.
profundity
nothing more profound
than this:to be squeezed awake
at the witching hour, with rain-drizzled
moonlight in the slatsto be taken closer into
the warmth of your lover
as he whispers:god i love you
still halfway in sleep, he speaks this
and the tightness on your sternum
is the heaviness of love.
my dating tactic: depth perception
OH WOW, WOW, WOW. I requested Cuban sandwiches and Jake crafted them, starting with a pork shoulder roast and ending with buttery, delectable baguette sandwiches with pickles and cheese and ham and oh dear sweet lord I scored bigtime.
we’re strong because we giggle until all hours, and because we hold each other when it’s scary too.
