... read him e. e. cummings while he did boy things with his toolbox, kissed in the rain while we hid under my scarf, made love, shared a custard tart, had ice cream on our way to dinner, cuddled in our sleep, showered huddled together, went up and down the escalator at the theatre etc etc etc.
... i let him in a little more, and he let me in a lot. he says he believes in all or nothing, so the pink toothbrush stays in the mason jar with his, and my keychain has another key.
he must love me.
