(Things I think about right before I sleep.)
It was around ten in the evening when you asked me how long I thought we would be doing this. I got tongue-tied and petrified as I stared at you. So now I apologize for the wait as our hands were tied (in nervous knots,) but you must know by now that there is no need for persuasion and there never will be, for I, I will always clutch onto you. You’re a gigantic force—far stronger than gravity—with whom I will always be drawn to. And I’m branded by you. Like the scars on my knees, Like the grass stains on my jeans, I am forever marked. Because you’re an imprint, love. And I will always be that kid who wants to have something beautiful pressed into her, that kid who shows off her rubber stamp collection by staining her skin, knowing that in their currency it is gold.
I think what I really want to say right now is that you, you are my gold.