Tuesday, March 30


Ethan and I are fighting, I guess. We're just not really speaking, haven't been for a few days. I'm not sure anything bad is actually going on...just sad, tired, lonely...

So I slide into bed, he's there with his eyes closed. I put my cold hands on his stomach and my warm mouth on his chest. He says nothing; he doesn't even move. When my mouth reaches his he lets me kiss him, opens his mouth for my tongue, but he doesn't return it.

I sigh and pull away. He smiles with his eyes and says with his strong hands, I heard a wonderful poem yesterday.

While I watch his hands sing and make love to the words, and when he's finished he grabs my shirt and pulls me down to him. We've in love again, and there's nothing better.

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