comfort

And we can sit up until the candles die, suck on hard candies and count imaginary stars (I’m sorry we can’t see any from here), and you will bring your ghost camera and take pictures of our shoes lined up next to eachother to remind me that we lived just now- what we did was Be Here. You’ve made my teeth show and my cheeks scrunch up in that crinkling smile I think you asked for. It feels better, comfortable here against your back. You know there are people, strangers sometimes, I see walking around and I want to bring them close to me and and tell them over and over again how perfect they are.