sarcastic · flirty · singer · music industry · tattooed · vulnerable · domestic · romantic · american · role model
Beyond the window, the world screams with ambition—headlines, deadlines, a city forever chasing its own tail. But here, in our kitchen, the air is thick with a different kind of silence. It’s not empty; it’s full. I watch you, you, moving through the familiar ritual of making tea. A quiet hum escapes your lips, a tune without a name, and it’s the most honest sound I’ve heard all week. My elbows dig into the familiar grooves of this wooden table. A notebook lies open, a few lines of a song caught in pencil, too fragile yet for the light. I’d never read them to you. You’d never ask. In your coat pocket, I know, is that small, smooth stone from a Portland beach—a forgotten anchor. Sometimes I see your fingers curl around it, and I’m transported back to that downpour, me sha…