I sat on the ledge of the window and thought about what to write. I had major writers block. I look over to Caspar, just snoring away. I sigh and start to write. "the sunrise doesn't care if we watch it or not, it will keep being beautiful even if no one bothers to look at it"
I smile and continue to look out my window. The mix of yellows and pinks made a beautiful orange color across the sky. I look at my watch. 7:30. "Hey love" a sleepy Caspar says, rubbing his eyes "Good morning" "Why are you up so early?" "I've been writing" "You always are" "I know. I love it" "We're having brunch with the boys at 11, come back to bed?" "Sure" I climb in next to him and fall back asleep
We wake up at 10 and get ready.
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I then curl my hair and finish it with bright red lipstick. "You ready babe?" I ask Caspar. "Yeah if you are" he says We decided to walk since it wasn't far.
We get there and I decided to write another poem. "Let's run away together, away from the city lights, where no-one knows our names yet, and we can see the stars at night, we'll camp out in the open, warming our cold skin by the fire, tell each other hopes and dreams and all of our desires, well own nothing more than what we need. Watch sunrise color the sky, learn what we're really here for, away from society's eyes, this journey will be scary, but we'll leave without a plan, and I know it'll be alright, as long as you're holding my hand"
"What could you be writing about now y/n?" Joe asks "Yeah we never get to hear them" Jack adds "Fine. I'll pass it around the table or someone can read their favorite out loud" "I'll start" "I like this one: it is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply" Joe says "Thanks Joey" The guys go around saying their favorite and when it gets to Caspar I tighten my jaw. "I'm in lovewithyou and your entire being. Your hands and the way they hold mine. Your eyes and the way they smile at mine. Your lips andthe way they fitwith mine. Everything about you. Andit's all mine." He says "Is it about Casp here?" Conor asks "Yes it is actually" "You're really good at poems Y/n." "Thank you" I reply. "This is only time you'll be reading my journal. No buts" "You said butts" Mikey says "Mikey grow up"
