I could write 777 stories about how you brought me from the dreariest blues to the brightest yellows but I don’t think their are words that hold that much depth or books strong enough to hold words written about you. You are enticing. You are terrifying and beautiful and I can’t stop looking at my hands because you’re holding them. And I’ve never known how to hold onto someone lightly, but I hold you delicately because I know that I don’t have to force you to stay. My hands grew tired from the weights of the lovers that never could love me correctly, but they rest now. I rest with you.
— I rest with you