TELL ME I'M NOT TOO LATE | a mix for michael and thomas, from the bbc's man in an orange shirt
the love i feel for you, runs through me like grain through wood. i love you, thomas, i love you. your face, your voice, your touch, enter my mind at the least opportune moments, and i find i have no power to withstand them. no desire to. i want us to be together as we were at the cottage, only forever, not just a weekend. i want it to go on so long that it feels normal. i want to do all the ordinary, un-bedroomy things we never got around to doing. making toast. raking leaves. sitting in silence. i love you, thomas. i’ve always loved you. i see that now. tell me i’m not too late.










