The Complete Joy of Loving you
No matter how poorly I actually feel, there is a thrill to the subtle liberty of slouching into my seat at the family lunch table, watching everyone going about their meals & conversations as if it was a movie. Dreaming of heading back into my bed again, even though it is only noon.
Heading right back to you in my bed.
Heading right back to you in my bed.
I’m well enough to stand; I can talk on the phone, and I can laugh at television shows and I can fall off into privileged, fever-addled black tunnels of sleep.
It’s an uncomfortable decadence. Illness can become an absolute indulgence.
It’s an uncomfortable decadence. Illness can become an absolute indulgence.
I know why I feel so self-conscious about it. No matter how genuinely disabled some virus has made me, I allow my voice to sound as hoarse as possible or I decline to stifle a cough, and I know why. You know.
Bcoz there is you. My ray of sunshine; knowing that you are concerned about me thousands of miles apart instantly lit me up. I want to be besides you now. I know you will nurse me back to health; nurse me back to strength so that I be naked in bed with you. So that I can make love to you.
I love you. Tell me you want to do that with me will you?
I love you. Tell me you want to do that with me will you?
P:S Counting down to 11 with a cough
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