love is real
it is not
just lukewarm sheets and sentiments.
i think about things like this when we’re in bed, after we’ve had that great, dirty kind of sex and are staring at the ceiling, our legs still knotted together. i think about a lot of things, like getting us married someday and what i’ll cook you for dinner next. but mostly i just think about love, and how lucky i am to believe in us. 

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY