Bottling

Light creeps through square windowpanes and hangs about the corners of the ceiling while I listen to his snores draping calmness across the painted walls. I wish I could liquify this feeling and drink a bottle every night.

Sharing a space, a bed, a life with this person so dear to me is heaven on earth. It is a dream.

Spence has fostered freedom of speech, vulnerability and kindness. He has taught me to be playful and that it’s ok to be happy. He reminds me on the reg that I’m worthy and I’m enough. I feel wanted and adored at my best and cared for at my worst.

Gosh, I can hardly believe this boy who I gave a chance to in the beginning of the year would grow to be such a strength to me. 

(I should note that sometimes it is hard and I feel hurt and frustrated or he feels confused. Sometimes I feel embarrassed about my emotions, and sometimes he feels bad. Sometimes I put up walls, that are really hard to take down, But all those lil things pale in comparison to the luster of happy nights like this)