I don’t need the promise of forever, or the grand gesture of romance.
I just need to have your arms around me and your face buried in my hair so I can hide safely in your embrace.
And I just need you to be on the other side of the phone and listen to my incoherent sobbing noises as I cry.
You don’t have to know every little thing about me, and I would not expect you to fully understand me either.
You just have to make me feel safe and sound with your presence, and I’m all yours.
À la mort,
Tired of pretending to be dead inside.