100 Words on Love by Zach Rosenberg
Curled up, and huddled under a small blanket, I feel your head; warm and prickly from when I shaved it last weekend. Your pupils are dilating as you play a game on my phone, little fingers rubbing back and forth and back and forth. It’s incredible to me that you’re a little person, a real human being made from parts of me, but you still don’t have to love me… but you do… but you do. We’re under this blanket, with our feet sticking out the bottom, and there is nowhere in the world I would rather be than here.
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