animagic610

i once had someone who was like my favorite blanket. i held him close, felt his warmth and inhaled his scent that helped me fall asleep. clothed or naked, he treated me indifferently. all i'm most certain of is that whenever i'm with him, i'm like near the ocean, or under a shady tree on a scorching day. i spoke to him the way i spoke to myself in my head; careless, familiar, unafraid. i used to lie in his arms with a selfish grin, knowing i have found something most people never will. i don't exactly know what, but whatever it is, it's definitely worth every ounce of my sleepless nights. i think we never really had to talk; because