i'm decidedly not used to being graced with the presence of warmth.

he is a warm one. so warm.

i spent my time with. cold boys. and that rare cold man, too. and. arh. i'm not used to someone just saying how they feel to me. there was always too much word smithing for honesty. and mystery and um. oh, the word was it. maybe...all those grown ups are dignified. detached perhaps. there were places it was made quite obvious i could not wander in. and. i understood that. and tried my best to keep away.

and lots of loaded sentences that hurt

but. this boy. this boy is warm. he's so warm. and i feel so glad. because i'm always freezing and it makes me want to cry more than i care to admit.

so warm. i just want to sit near the sun all day.

if his heart is on his sleeve, maybe there's a trade. because my heart is. well. in his teeth right now.

hm...