Too Many Beautiful Boys

f/o who has loved people before and lost them and holds you a little like they're already bracing for it

f/o who has been fine for a long time and meets you and realizes fine and good are not the same thing and that realization is not entirely comfortable

Thinking about loving f/os for years on end. Getting past the honeymoon phase. Settling into a rhythm, a routine. Watching habits become tradition. Your speech patterns morphing to match each other. Forming a language of your own. Know that even when it’s not a heart fluttering dramatic fairytale moment, that it is comfortable, safe, reliable, and home.

oh boy when my fictional man hears about what you did you are all done for