No more excuses.
I will forever reblog this
It’s sort of horrifying that we all know what they’re talking about without them really saying it.. that it’s become that much of a norm in our society that we just know.
It’s like the sun,
her smile hurts to look at.
I can squeeze her hand gently,
before asking the waitress to bring her another knife.
I can kiss her forehead,
then fetch her a drink from the kitchen.
I can hold her in the night,
just because it’s nice to be holding someone.
I can watch the sun…