Once Upon a White Night by Masaaki Miyazawa , September 15, 1981
You start to wonder to yourself, “is it really too much of me to ask for such things”
Those moments when you know someone more than yourself, like second nature it just flows through you and you know. You just know.
The softness of their skin against yours. The nip of morning breath when your faces come to close yet you dont pull away. Stumbling over your breath as your fingertips tangle into his chest hair secretly spelling out all that he is and will never truly understand.
All the reasons neither of you have ever truly let go, how its changed and morphed and over time you learn, you listen, you grow. Yet here you sit wondering to yourself, “is it really too much of me to ask for such thing…”
The “Venus” dress from Christian Dior Haute Couture Fall 1949