March 18, 2015

The door clicked open and I 

rolled over, tangled up in the 

blankets and mumbling, half asleep. You 

climbed up on top of me and I rubbed your 

back. Your hair tickled my face and it felt 

like grass against my cheek. I was 

going to tell you I loved you, but 

I say that too much and I knew 

you could feel it in my hands.

Reviews

[Philip Muls]

I say that too much...very open and honest self-reflection.

Sometimes words lose their meaning when worn out. Well done.