No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

chokers, collarbones, and thighs in the weak morning light

Being in love isn't a feeling like I thought it was. Sure, there's definitely many feelings that surface even thinking about Annabelle, but it is still a choice. Saying Hey, life's not easy. Want some help along the way? to someone else and working things out as they come.

Annabelle's blog has become more of our blog, as I am so often featured and her following loves our dynamic, according to her.

I know the stress of her job gets to her, and the nights where she flops down next to me at seven P.M. I massage her back and then draw her a bath and make her hot chocolate. It's not uncommon for her to ask me to read to her when she's in there, so I bring a chair into the bathroom and read Fangirl to her.

When she falls asleep, I tuck the blankets, then myself, around her. And when I wake up, I take a trip to get flowers from Jacob's shop, then put them in the vase by her bed so she'll see them when she opens her eyes.

And she'll wander into our kitchen while I'm making breakfast in only an oversize shirt, with her collarbones and thighs visible and her eyes half-lidded with sleepiness. Recently she's been hanging chokers around her neck, despite my protests that they will hold true to their name and choke her in her sleep. (I relented after a couple nights, when she was not choked in her sleep. Plus she looks amazing in them.) We'll eat breakfast, and I'll admire the way the early sunlight makes her skin glow.