I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I don't want to go. I'm scared. I want to stay by your side and go to sleep with you in my arms, and wake up with you at my side, and carry you down the stairs, and watch you play with the waves, and



It's alright. I'm okay, now. Pain still grounds me. I'm starting to run out of space on my arms, though. I'd like to leave my thighs alone, since you sleep on them more often than you do the mattress these days but if you keep getting better at this rate, then...

I'd.. like it if things just kept going on like this.
I'm sorry for being so selfish.
Even though you can only go to places without stairs, and even though I can only go to places with you in them - that's enough for me.
Our world might be small, but you have me and I have you. You're all that I need.

...

..and it's a little selfish of me, but I wish I was all that you needed, too.

Keep taking the salt. At least two times, every day.
As much as I'd like to keep this peace of ours exactly as it is, you deserve more. I want the best for you - and I wouldn't be a very good soulmate if I left you imprisoned to your chair.

and..

I want to be carried sometimes too.. y'know?