I love this boy. I love, I love, I love him.
I feel that I will always be tied to you. The ties may tangle and strain, but they will never break. Not even time will rust them, for like green trees they strengthen with age. I have the key to unlock the ties and let us loose. I have the power to choose others. But I do not want that, not tonight and not even when the sun rises again. I want you and I have you. I will always be tied to you.
“I’m tired,” you groan as you hang your head in front of the mirror, watching droplets fall from the wet strands of your hair.
I walk up behind you and slide my fingers around your middle, clasping tightly like a belt. The softness of your robe presses against my cheek. “I know,” I say.
You change into boxers and scruff your hair dry with a towel, going through your nightly routine. Dragging your feet across the wooden floor you make your way to our bed and collapse into the covers, head hitting the pillow like a hammer to an anvil. You breathe out through your teeth, still trying to settle into a comfortable position.
I hop into bed beside you, slipping my legs in between yours and fitting my arm around your chest. I hold you tightly against me for a long second, pressing my lips against the back of your neck, and then release with a sigh. I feel you relax as you exhale. Satisfied, I separate myself slightly and watch your shoulder rise and fall with your even breaths.
“Sweet dreams, love,” I murmur, drifting slowly into a peaceful slumber.
I remember a very cold, icy kiss on top of a mountain. I remember when we fell asleep watching the third “Lord of the Rings”, and I woke up with you wrapped around me.
Your pain is mine.
I’m up because I can’t sleep. My mind is racing, spinning, whirling—careening towards corners where devils hide. My lungs begin to ache and my legs stiffen, but it really isn’t that bad. How could anything be bad in a place like this?
The green is infectious. Every breath I take is like a drink of wet moss and ferns and wet maple leaves hanging low with climbing ivy. It replenishes and fills me to the brim with its precious rarity, a value that I’ve come to respect and adore. It prepares me for the bone dry desert I will return to.
But for now I lie in my bed, listening to my left, enjoying the comfort of company in the dark. Tomorrow will bring a new kind of adventure, unleashed and free.
And how I remember that moment.
How I always will.
Banquet was especially awesome this year. I’m very pleased with all of the awards and nominations and costumes/tuxedos/dresses everyone came in. And I’m especially proud of my boyfriend, who received a rare and special award for all of his hard work.
Only, I wish I could see him now. But that moment under the tree was nice. Really… really nice.
Tumblefolk, I made another video. I hope you enjoy it like I do.
I love what this kid does.
In Bed 2, In Bed The Kiss