Little Moon

But he always had his secrets and half-truths, it made it easier to leave when you added them all up. 

Leave and not feel bad about leaving. 

I got secrets of my own. Little secrets that didn’t matter until they did. Little secrets that grew arms and legs and started whispering promises of a life that didn’t have all those things that I had. Little secrets that hold your hand too long and whispers things your husband can’t say like, “I miss you when we’re not together.” or “I want you.”

Accept that you deserve more

than painful love

life is moving

the healthiest thing

for your heart is

It’s about slow dancing sleepily in the kitchen, out of time and out of tune, at 1am in our pyjamas and unpaired socks because one (or both) of us cannot sleep…

It’s about feeling the heat from their skin when they just got out of the shower…

It’s about fighting for the last muffin, win the fight, to then share the muffin just to see their face light up…

It’s about laying on top of each other, under the covers, with the window open on a grey rainy day, because it’s just too perfect to get up…

It’s about us both coming exhausted from our horrendous shitty days, to just order junk food to eat in front of a shitty TV program in our underwear or birthday suit…

It’s about acting as their pillow when they are exhausted…

It’s about they getting the spider out of the bathroom because I absolutely refuse to get in there and get rid of it because I’m scared of it…

It’s about laughing with each other about some stupid shit…

It’s about slapping each others butt when you cross in the kitchen while you are cooking lunch aka making a mess in the kitchen just for cereals…

It’s about holding hands, entwining fingers, butterfly kisses on the forehead and on the knuckles…

It’s about laying naked just because it feels nice to have someone warm near…

It’s about a lot of little things…

It’s about emotional connection…