Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

all I want to do is pull her against me and hold her until we both die.

Ultimately, it's my choice and only my choice.

She sticks her tongue out at me and crosses her eyes. Not sure why that made me want to do her in the backseat, but to each his own, I guess.

Yesterday I thought about why I felt the need to get up at exactly the same time as the day before and do everything I did the day before. Why? What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?

Two people unable to cry finally cry together and in the world ended today, we would be fulfilled.

I don’t want to sleep alone,” she says gently. And I don’t force her to. Sarai falls fast asleep curled up next to me in my bed. Right where I want her.