photo by: olivia locher
dear bambi,
we move like ghosts at times and others like true bloods. i told you before we are karmic and not intentional. it’s intended and i need you. need you for whiskey cider and flannel sheets and secrets and frosted couchpillows. need you the next morning when i make mistakes i can’t confide in others. and baby i know why you doubt me sometimes. but bambi. we got a tree, we got it for you and me and we will curl ourselves beneath it. the thing we share above all is the secrets only eachother know. your blond hair makes me dizzy, your gumbo leaves me speechless. the reason why we quarrel is our love, too much too little. love you more than i love your gravy. if i lose you than i lose everything. home sweet home forever. i adore you. love, huckleberry.
