Summer is coming to Los Angeles,

and I am hopeful that we will survive it.

You wouldn’t know it looking through our window lately though, this “rain” is ridiculous and honestly it is starting to annoy me.
I am hopeful that our love is strong enough to endure the cruel cruel scorching hell that becomes my apartment during those brutal summer months.
Well, OUR apartment.
I have died on the cross in this apartment.
Created whole worlds, attempted knitting, made cupcakes.

 

He is afraid that his love of baseball will be the end of us.
…but the sounds of baseball make me feel warm.

Nostalgic.

Brings tears to my eyes.

He reminds me of everything that was good and safe in childhood.

He will never know the impact his essence has on me.

How much I love that he is everyone and everything I’ve ever loved wrapped into a whole.

 

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