we’ve gone to the limits, fought in wars that we shouldn’t have, almost died. and now, we’re here in our little house in the prairies and mountains, growing gardens and taking care of our horses. I play in the evenings and you write your stories, reading them to me as I drift to sleep. when you have nightmares, I sing softly, and when I do, you whisper sweet things. we’re here for each other, even through the hardest of times. I love you.
//mlm + nblm only//