You asked me what I was afraid of and I couldn’t articulate it at the time. This is that. That moment when you wake up to pee and she’s warm and asleep and beautiful. Not concidentally her mouth is closed. And you look at her and think, \u201cFuck, if this doesn’t work then maybe nothing will.\u201d How do two stupid apes rub against each other and still not tell you about the time, \u201cI did this and no one else can know?\u201d How can we call each other the worst words we can think of for years? How can we be happy when those words actually work? How do I look at you in all your warm beauty knowing you don’t see I’m warm and beautiful too? That you’re here because we have this unspoken agreement. That if either one of us were strong enough we’d say maybe this hurts too much. Then I go quiet and think about my life without you. Wonderful, terrible you. And that pang makes me dial. And pick up when you call.<\/p>\n
I don’t know why cows say moo. They just do.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You asked me what I was afraid of and I couldn’t articulate it at the time. This is that. That moment when you wake up to pee and she’s warm and asleep and beautiful. Not concidentally her mouth is closed. And you look at her and think, \u201cFuck, if this doesn’t work then maybe nothing … <\/p>\n