A Wolf ruled by two moons.

It’s about to be 4 years since my childhood best friends lost their parents, god mother, and aunt in a car crash. We haven’t fully processed it, them more so than me. Their parents were like my second parents and I miss them especially on their birthdays. It just feels like their off working, or traveling somewhere else. When in actuality they aren’t here physically anymore. It was 2017, Super Bowl Sunday and it traumatized me so much that I don’t watch football anymore and I especially don’t watch the Super Bowl.

The way you fit when you’re little spoon. The way you wrap yourself around me when you’re big spoon makes me feel secure. The way that there is no ounce of perfume against your skin. The way you smell is such a sweet sin. The way you look when you sleep fills me with peace. The way you open me up and accept whatever falls out. The way you listen and hear me. The way you are is so rare.