spent so much of my life yearning for what i have now. close friends who run their hands through my hair and play video games together and write me poems and songs and text messages telling me about weird dreams they had. loving husband who laughs with me when we're supposed to be going to sleep and takes me bowling and asks how my little brother's doctor's appointment went. i have enough money to eat the fruits i want to eat and enough time to go to the library on my days off just for fun.
when you want something this much for so long, where does the wanting go? does it disappear? does it turn into love?














