Last night we had this lovely little dreamy time, curled up together, being exactly what we used to be and wished we could always manage to hold on to. Whispering and laughing and being joyful just for the sake of it. And I've felt tender all day because of it. As though I might possibly be the most loved person... Do you ever feel that way?
When I say beautiful things, I'm not necessarily living them;
when I live them, the beautiful thing is that words aren't necessary.