Loving letters

August 29th, 2005 by lynnylchan under My Life

The scent of your warm breath baits my lips to yours. We are the only ones in the pavilion, in the garden, and it feels like we’re all alone in the world.

I lean on your shoulder on the bus back and close my eyes, knowing I need to fear nothing because you will look after me. And no one will come and sit beside us.

I reach for your hand, because it comforts me and gives me security. With you I know I can brave anything, including the weekend crowd at Orchard.

Only you would eat my weird pasta-chicken soup concoction and finish up every bite.

And only for you would I go to the trouble of buying, cooking and cleaning.

Because you are mine, and I am yours.