To my beloved
Oct. 27th, 2003 03:35 amYou breathe next to me. Every now and then I pet your head. Outside, the streets are so very quiet, that I can hear the waves crashing on the ocean, almost a mile away. It's a miracle of quiet sound. I want to wake you up so you can hear it, too, but I know how much you need your sleep. Tomorrow we will make sweet gooey cinnamon rolls. And sweet gooey love. :)
I love you