chestercopperpot

The last time i woke up with you in my arms was seven years ago. I have not seen nor spoke to you in seven years. Did we both know that it would be that seemless and comfortable to share our affection after everything? After Johnnie's death, after our hardships, our torments, our long walk through the night.

I knew that I would wake up to you this morning, and I was sure the first time you slid up behind me and put your arms around my neck.

It was nice, the affection that we shared.

I am glad you are well and I am glad you made it....I know it was kind of close there for a while