ello, jello

today, I kissed her.

(or is it already tomorrow? I guess we’re talking about yesterday now)

she’ll have her own set of love bites tomorrow morning

I said yes. (For the second time. This time, I really made sure to give it time to sit.) But it feels right. She feels… right. Not just good or nice, but actually right. She’s chaotic and dark and just as bizarre as me but there’s so much light on the inside. So kind. So considerate. So careful. So curious. And I admire that. So I said fuck it. And I’m nervous, but this feels more right than the time I said no.