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May. 27th, 2005 01:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_that_spikeI like watching Beth sleep.
I like the fall of her hair on her face, and the soft sound of her breathing. Sometimes she curls into me like a little kid and holds on tight, more than she'd do if she was awake. At those times, it feels like such a damn honor to be sharing her bed. All that shit she went through in Cooksfield: she deserves to be held in the dark of night.
Everyone does. Everyone has skeletons in their proverbial closet.
Because my mind is a place that's never quiet, I find myself asking questions a lot. Not aloud, just to myself. Questions like Spike, why does she love you? What makes you so damn special? Truth is this: I don't really know why Beth loves me. I don't really know why anyone loves anyone else. I think putting reasons on it takes away some of its honesty and spontaneity, and I'm not sure it matters why so long as she does.
But I like watching her sleep. Makes me feel all damn, I did something right.
I like the fall of her hair on her face, and the soft sound of her breathing. Sometimes she curls into me like a little kid and holds on tight, more than she'd do if she was awake. At those times, it feels like such a damn honor to be sharing her bed. All that shit she went through in Cooksfield: she deserves to be held in the dark of night.
Everyone does. Everyone has skeletons in their proverbial closet.
Because my mind is a place that's never quiet, I find myself asking questions a lot. Not aloud, just to myself. Questions like Spike, why does she love you? What makes you so damn special? Truth is this: I don't really know why Beth loves me. I don't really know why anyone loves anyone else. I think putting reasons on it takes away some of its honesty and spontaneity, and I'm not sure it matters why so long as she does.
But I like watching her sleep. Makes me feel all damn, I did something right.
