eudaimonia

* sleeping next to him and feeling his body heat

* doing the dishes together in silence

* reading a book while sitting next to him before bed

* doing puzzles together listening to mozart

* talking to him all night in bed

* painting the side of a house together while our baby sleeps in the nursery

* him telling me about a weird dream he had

* tying my shoe

* us waking up together and feeling his body get behind mine but doesn’t touch me while i’m half asleep

* getting mad at me and me having to formally communicate because he holds his ground n calls my bluffs

* his arm brushing against mine when we walk

* us sharing a pint of ice cream in the car

* he rubs my back, and when squirm out of sensitivity he doesn’t make it sexual

* he gives me a kiss on the cheek before leaving for work and doesn’t object when i pull him back in for five minutes

* looks behind me often to make sure i’m safe

* holding my things gently for me as i fix my hair

* him feeding me french fries while i drive

* sitting behind me in bed as i lay on him and write a report

* walking around in my underwear and him treating it as nothing

* laying on top of him to sleep and having my body fully relax n sleep

* him taking off my shirt gently after a long night out and holding eye contact while doing so

* him chasing me up the stairs until he collapses on me

* us tracing one another’s hand and teasing them rather than keeping them held

* him arguing w me and putting me in my place

* when they carry me places bridal style or like a baby as i lay my cheek on their shoulder— i’m light, i don’t feel too heavy or insecure about my weight, they keep a good grip, i fully relax

i would make you a swing and stand in the heavy cold rain

throwing ropes over trees towering over me

if it meant you’d be with me all day

being pushed with my tired arms,

laughing when you go high,

feeling upmost bliss

as my heavy body sways, the scent of you being teased inside my nose

within hurricanes twice my presence,

i would push onward to make it home to you—

yelling at me for the dirty dishes in the sink,

until i take the messes we made out of your soft hands,

filling them in mine,

and finishing calloused, only hoping i eased your mind

within the earthquakes that shake and break

entire home foundations

i would timidly ask for your hand

like you did when we were fifteen,

then sit in with it wrapped in mine

feeling each twitch and occasional graze

counting each one

remembering for later

tracing myself in your spots while alone in my room,

hoping to feel your ghost hand possessing mine while you’re out with friends.

within the frail trees that sway and sink their nails in the dirt

within the hurricanes that scared my ancestors, running for

cover, finding our broken china

within the earthquakes that hold broken homes and

destruction to all,

him getting into the water at the beach with me and going on a late night adventure so i can take a picture of my dream house at 4 am

him reading books he enjoys and enjoying hiking

beating my ass in every arcade game together then scratching at last minute so i could win

him joking about marrying me all the time

us sitting in his car and keeping the conversation going until he had to drive straight to work, including gently asking me to stay after i already got out of his car

him already having 3 dates planned out with reservations made a month into knowing one another

me walking away dramatically from his car in front of his friends and him audibly saying “no” while standing like a toddler; then me asking him to repeat himself and him not hesitating to tell me to stay because he wants my company

me texting him absolute crackhead/psychotic thoughts throughout the day & him always responding romantically

saying he’d suck the fuck out of my neck if i ever bite him

me walking away from the group to grab something from my car & hearing someone say “wait”, only to turn around and see him JOGGING to me in front of all of his friends to walk with me

him immediately making eye contact with me while speaking to the group, him breaking it, then starting to stumble over his words every time i turned my head to look at him

him sending me song recommendations throughout his week of what reminds him of me

using the cutest pet names & always telling me what he’s up to in detail, even though we’re just “friends”

him shirtless & me in a towel as we tried to fix the broken washer together on the first night of meeting, barely knowing one another but giggling hysterically as we worked together