holiday kisses & winter wishes ❅

6th| my true love gave to me ❅

i'm alone again.

but not completely...

i kiss your glove once more.

maybe one day ill kiss the hand who wears it.

but for now i'll kiss its tiny warrior.

warrior,  woven with dozens of feelings and memories,

born into the world with one intent: 

to warm.

i put it onto my own hand

i'll be lying if i said it fit perfectly

but i never wanted perfect

perfect isn't real 

i'm good enough for good enough.

it fits.

we fit. 

i know it. 

"i love you," 

i wish i could say.

i'll tell your glove,

though.

for the fiftieth time. 

"hey, little glove?

tell him,

that boy i love,

tell him that a girl loves him.

little glove,

he doesn't need to know who.

just let him smile about it,

let him get all dizzy with the thought.

little glove, you must know him as well as i do...

a boy like him is too real and too lost

to realize that he is loved."