she loves me when i’m sad, she spins around our room and the light catches in her hair
with our little yellow cat in her arms and love in her gaze.
i chose forever with her.
she loves me when i’m sad, and she serenades me with carole king when i’m down. i
didn’t know i was missing her until she was back in my arms, softly kissing my face and
grazing her eyelashes across my cheek.
she loves me when i’m sad, from afar and up close. a summer apart was the hardest
thing i’ve ever had to do, but it was worth the wait. we dance about the hardwood floor
to our record player, and our cat is pressed between our chests.
she loves me when i’m sad, and intertwines her fingers with mine at just the right time.
she is a dream. and she is mine.
–she turned my life around from nothing but hurricanes to only sunny spring days.