No.14

It's not a secret.

It's actually quite plain to see.

There's something we've created, that's just ours, to share, to indulge in, to add to.

I suppose it's like a treasure chest.

In it, we store experiences, thoughts, feelings, jokes, arguments, smells and tastes, touches, songs, people,
and many many nights.

Things that bind us with beautiful threads.

Never too tight,

But not falling loose.

An invisible web

of love,

of being a team,

of being the supporting prop behind each other's enterprises.

Let's keep adding to it.

We might need a bigger box.

No.1

It's my secret addiction.

I can't satiate myself.

I drink you in

But my need is limitless.

Your beauty is obvious.

There's a neon sign above your head.

You've looked into my eyes

And hypnotised me.

The moon was amazing tonight,

I wanted to share it with you.

I wanted to put it in my pocket

So that no one else would see it

Just you and me.