one gift, opened a little each day → unveil.day
i want the unglamorous decades
i want the unglamorous decades with you. the matching reading glasses we'll lose around the house. the same argument about the thermostat for forty years. the way you'll still reach for my hand crossing a parking lot at eighty, out of a habit your body never unlearned.
give me the long, boring, staggering length of it. i want to be the old couple the young ones look at and quietly hope for.



















