Loving a bag of red flags

Portland OR

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2nd time we met, you kissed my hand. 3rd time, you kissed me everywhere else, too… He smells like my Gmas house, like sunshine; my drug. His eyes are glassy blue. He has smile wrinkles around his eyes, and shoulder freckles like constellations - moving. Moving me. He has ADHD. He knows how to focus on disc golf and legos and his addictions. But he doesn’t know how to focus on me. I don’t know if he'll ever put in the effort to know me well. I wish he would. It’s hard to be crazy in love with a man who eats, smokes, dresses like a hobo - and wants to live like that forever. Your drug is convenience, B. But for you I work; I’d fly down to your level… just to hear you talk about your life and hold you for another day. xoxo E