He has to wair for another load of laundry to get done. So I wait with him. I lean back against the couch, sitting really low the way I like. I scrunch over and put my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a long time. Watching other people's laundry dry. <3

Maybe there is no one perfect person and anyone you end up with will eventually make you think there’s someone better out there.

Things fall apart, even when you think they're stronger than anything you could ever imagine.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

Because if you take a risk, you just might find what you're looking for.

Still hiding and afraid to let go. Waiting for you to find me uncover me and show me the way.

All I know is, if we don't eat soon I'm going to chew off a limb. And I can't guarentee it'll be mine.