Thursday, October 28

Sweet Prince,

Even though you steal my socks and you never make the bed, even though you wear your boots right into the kitchen and smoke too many cigarettes, even though sometimes you use all the hot water by accident and you shrunk my favourite sweater in the wash, I love you more than seeds love dirt and I want to see your face every day and I want to kiss it and I want to wake up beside you every morning and I want to make you coffee and I want to think of you as home.   I think of you as home. 

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