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Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

I want to be her protector.

I want my arms to be a safe place she can collapse into at the end of the day. I want my presence to be grounding, to offer support even in silence. I want to offer her comfort in every way I possibly could. I want to make her favourite food when she’s too tired, or just because. I want to refill her water bottle so she doesn’t have to get up. I want to take care of her in the smallest and simplest ways.

I want to pour all my love into her and make sure she always feels loved and wanted.

Want a wife so I can do really slutty things for her like make her coffee in the morning and give her forehead kisses

"i've got you" "you're okay" "it's okay i'm here" during sex,,, aahaahaa aheheeeeheee

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do you ever see a person and you are overcome with incredible fondness? and you just think "oh." but not in a romantic or sexual way you are just filled with warmth and it makes you happy, it just does. and you think "i'm so happy you exist. i'm happy you are somewhere out there in the world, doing your thing". it's love but also not entirely

like people are lovely and i feel it in my entire chest like a burning candle that smells like roses and a sunny day

Oh, you’re in control? Really? You are? Why are you taking a step back then when I come into your personal space? And why are you shaking when I lean in? Why are you avoiding my gaze? Why are you waiting for me to take your stupid little claim more serious when your body language doesn’t back up your bratting in the slightest? At least try a little harder. It’s pathetic.