Friday, August 31, 2012


Goodness, I love his voice!

And how it seeps through his nose. I love that meek whistlethat almost lispssweet ssserenity, when he calls my name! I love the way he falters through his sentences, constantly fumbling for words. And how flustered he gets whenever he mispronounces the R in my name. Darling, you don't need to hide from me—

I am not them.

But you don't see that, do you?