care bear

i feel warm with you

not calmness or serenity no— the sort of warmth that feels earned.

it’s that kind of warm spring day when you wake up, it’s the perfect temperature and your body relaxes before your mind does.

the wind blows through the trees just enough to be noticed

and the scent of freshly baked bread wafts through the window

letting you know you’re safe, grounded.

sure.

it’s that kind of warmth you feel after being outside in frigid freezing temperatures to where you almost feel as if your fingertips might fall off and you sit in front of the fire place

you’re numb but beneath it you feel your body tingling— that sharp, painful remembrance of what it feels like to come back to life and feel again

it’s that kind of warmth you only feel when you’re falling for someone

but you in particularly.

my wide starry eyed boy,

you make me curious again.

you make me wonder what it will feel like to keep warming up.

are you hiding your master plan behind the great glass star that are your eyes my love?

what warmth will you give me today?

what will you give us tomorrow?