Dear Hilo,

Do you ever think — that it’s even in the Realm of Possibility — that you could love me? 

Do you love me? 

One of those things that I was so sure about six months ago is now tugging on my sleeve with a cloudy face, wondering why I haven’t played with her for the past three months.

“Sorry, monster,” I whisper, and pick her up in my arms. She’s light as a feather and I push back the hair that’s stuck to her teary face. She’s all soft corners and cupid lips and pout, and I want to toss her up in the air so she can come floating back down to me in smiles. But if I let her go, I don’t know when I’ll see her again. She’s another thing I need to clutch at to stay afloat myself.

“We’ll play soon, I promise.” 

Dear Hilo, Last night was wonderful. When I saw you keep running your fingers through your hair, I really got chills wishing they were part of my hands. I’ve never yearned for you so badly… well, that’s a lie. It’s always there, like a sleeping monster under everything. It just rumbled a little louder and rolled over with us last night. I tried to pretend my monitor was just a box, and you were finally tangible, but I was too lazy to get off the bed. I think at one point, I woke up and groggily walked over and kissed your head before falling back to sleep. Or maybe I was dreaming. Even though I knew better, I was still disappointed by how cold and glassy you felt against my lips and fingertips. I can’t wait for that feeling to be replaced by supple skin and handfuls of your clothing with your smell washing over me. I can’t wait for me to wrap my arms around the back of your head to pull you into me, my nose buried in your hair, my fingers winding through and a leg curled and hooked around yours. I’m happy you’re sleeping more, baby. I might even tame you enough to get you to sleep in the bed, but I think that’s a bit wishful. I’ll try, though ♥ I Need You,A Photo happily promoted for: Katherine Squier
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Dear Hilo,

Last night was wonderful. When I saw you keep running your fingers through your hair, I really got chills wishing they were part of my hands. I’ve never yearned for you so badly… well, that’s a lie. It’s always there, like a sleeping monster under everything. It just rumbled a little louder and rolled over with us last night.

I tried to pretend my monitor was just a box, and you were finally tangible, but I was too lazy to get off the bed. I think at one point, I woke up and groggily walked over and kissed your head before falling back to sleep. Or maybe I was dreaming. Even though I knew better, I was still disappointed by how cold and glassy you felt against my lips and fingertips. I can’t wait for that feeling to be replaced by supple skin and handfuls of your clothing with your smell washing over me. I can’t wait for me to wrap my arms around the back of your head to pull you into me, my nose buried in your hair, my fingers winding through and a leg curled and hooked around yours.

I’m happy you’re sleeping more, baby. I might even tame you enough to get you to sleep in the bed, but I think that’s a bit wishful. I’ll try, though ♥

I Need You,
A

Photo happily promoted for: Katherine Squier