love, love, love oh, love.
i can still feel my hunger from a few days ago when he took me with him on a trip. he fed me the whole time and i got to feel taken care of unlike ever before. he asked me, "round your rosie?" and i fell to my knees laughing. that's how i want to keep the thread of intamacy between us, unbroken. i want his love for me to be real and from his soul. i feel like if i bring him into the dramatics of my everyday workings it would tarnish the still little sprout of love i felt coming from him.
at the beginning i could feel the whole of his love in my two hands but as the days passed it was like my hands just barely started to fall apart as if i couldn't hold it any longer. as it fell i could feel it passing so acutely i found myself being fast enough to somehow plug up those holes before they had done any real damage. now i'm left with a half full cup still waiting until tonight for it to be filled up again.
