Cinderwolfeh

You asked me how much I love you. On a scale from one to ten. I whispered, "Infinity." Because if I took a brush, dipped in our love, and painted a line made of whispered wishes, and passionate kisses, and tried to measure how much I love you, it would stretch to the outer reaches of the universe. And everyone would see that line, twisting and curving, in shades of happy tears and butterfly wings, and say that someone crazy must have spent all that time painting it. Or someone in love. It would cross oceans on the backs of fish, and cover cities, countries, and continents, eventually breaching the atmosphere, to play connect

my brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown. he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to. we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about sta