Another weekend with him.
Smiles, and sadness, and all.
A heart that flutters, fills to the brim
A moment’s quiet in a sea of noise.
We did little of anything for most of the weekend, ate here, talked there, cuddled, watched stupid shit, hung with friends, I had the headache to end all headaches, and he drove me home to his place, where I took more medication and finally got rid of it.
There were fireworks. There was peace. There was depression, that I hope I helped at least a little, and there were smiles, and laughter. There was quiet, and I let him be. And he kept coming back to me.
I hope this could be a forever type thing.