Jake is sitting next to me, completely engrossed in my book. swooning x 1000000000
I’ve fed Jake’s food to my teammate D before, so she knows she enjoys his cooking; anyway, today Jake sent me with two extra pieces of lemony garlic bread, so I sent a low-priority note to the team like “come on by if you’re snacky, Jake’s made garlic bread” and I shit you not D is at my window 30 seconds later practically drooling. I hope someday my art aspires to that level.
persistence of being
and here is the blunt truth of it:
I will not live without you.I will breathe
and I will walk
and I will fade with the years
but I will not live.should the atoms in our bodies
see fit to disperse
I will follow you
and I will live in the spaces
between your electrons
and your affections.
the kind of thing it’s important to note for the memoirs: our home theater setup-testing film is always, always Top Gun.
family time was so successful. everyone left happy, Jake made the most incredible lasagna that even my picky family raved about, everyone swapped stories and had inside jokes and generally didn’t mind my existence. *phew*
me nuzzling into Jake’s shirt: mmm you smell good
Jake: you’re welcome
