i feel like i don’t know who i am. i’m too busy. he’s too busy. we’re too busy. he keeps my head up. he keeps me sane. but he’s also across the country. he’s my other half. he’s genuine and real; he tells it like it is, straight-up.
he’s the only person who knows me better than i know myself. i’m safe and happy with him. i am utterly lost in joy and peace and every bit of happiness ever possible when we’re together.
i wish he was home.