Wednesday, October 3, 2012

The Saints We See Are All Made Of Gold..

I look around me and I see you everywhere. You haven't been here for a while, a month maybe, yet there are signs of your presence and memories littered about the space. Your silly little notes hang, still, where you left them for me to discover. Your baby photo which you swore you would burn if you ever found it remains hidden on my cork board. Your shirts and sweaters folded neatly in my closet for the days I feel alone, when I can't seem to get warm and all I want to do is cuddle up beside you in your bed. With my head resting on your shoulder where it fits just right. In your room, walls plastered with posters and alive with music, I am calm and comfortable unlike any other place. I have two bedrooms of my own. Neither as comfortable or seemingly my own as yours has come to be.

Things are different now. Boundaries are set in places they weren't before and I know that this is for a good reason. Times change. People change. And we changed both together and on our own.

I'm just happy that I can still be there, whenever you need me. You are one of few that I trust implicitly. I hope for the world for you and find comfort in the fact that I know you wish the same for me.

- xx, Kelly. 

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