\u201cDo you still love me?\u201d, she said. Does she think I\u2019m fooling around?, I thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I saw something on the internet today about fooling around. I pondered to myself, she must think this when she says I\u2019m not really there sometimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To her luck, it\u2019s not in my nature to fool around. I love her. There\u2019s sincerity in my heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sincere when I ask her if she ate, because when she eats I feel my stomach is full. I feel complete. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sincere when I place my hand on her back in public, claiming her. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sincere when I guide her on the road, when I figure things out for her so that she can think about everything else. (E.g. Baby goats)<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sincere when I scold her about her health, trying to find out if there\u2019s anything wrong. When I feel her energy change throughout the day\u2014and adapt myself accordingly. WE have to craft the day after all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m sincere when I tell her I\u2019m gonna make everything right and she\u2019s gonna sit on my shoulders as I go up.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She\u2019s so delicate. I can\u2019t fool around with her. I love her. I\u2019d strip away every layer of my being so that she can touch my heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My heart is a wretched, wretched thing. It still craves domesticity with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I want a simple life full of abundance with her. I\u2019ll have it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve noticed how there\u2019s no confusion when I think about her. Every thought about her has absolute clarity\u2014 an honour for her impeccable soul.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m standing here, in our balcony, while I smoke a cigarette thinking about her. Time passes by slow when she\u2019s not there. I don\u2019t sit in the balcony because every inch of this place reminds me of her. I just stand, and think, of the love of my life. And everything stops. I stand, looking on the road filled with memories of our walks. I stand. Still.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u201cDo you still love me?\u201d, she said. Does she think I\u2019m fooling around?, I thought. I saw something on the internet today about fooling around. I pondered to myself, she must think this when she says I\u2019m not really there sometimes. To her luck, it\u2019s not in my nature to fool around. I love her. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-bunny"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=646"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":647,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/646\/revisions\/647"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=646"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=646"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bunionsandfunions.world\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=646"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}