tendency to worry is both endearing and infuriating. At once I want to cradle him, soothe all the fears away; and at the same time roll my eyes and stifle a smirk. Your cat is panting. Translation? What if he has feline leukemia?!?! Yes, my love- you are overreacting. fuck.

…fumbling to hold a kitten may be one of my favorite sights. ungainly, oafish even; i can see the terror that he might do something wrong. that this teeny tiny furry life might be more than he can handle. i watch him with those weaker than he and he has never looked more vulnerable. i bite my tongue, and swallow a smile.

…snoring is epic. really. i imagine it must take a certain innocence to fall that deep into sleep. so deep you don’t know what you’re saying. so deep you can sleep through an earthquake in your own chest. annoying? yes. enough to keep me away? not by a long shot.

…hand as he holds mine through The Orphanage is warm and steady- though i can tell from his racing pulse that he is anything but. he hates scary movies; dark scenes, subtle sounds- his arm around me. bliss.

…voice as he mumbles in his sleep- soft, gentle, and determined. there are three things he talks about; work, gaming, and me. his eyelashes flutter when he says my name. it is these moments i think he might love me. it is these moments i can’t help smiling.