My desk. A familiar place. A space I can write and not think about my hair being a mess, my jumper and skirt not matching. The nail varnish on my toenails needing another coat. Things that I would change if asked to go out somewhere, but the things that make me utterly me. I don't match. I am Sloris. I sleep too much, I smile a lot. I make the strangest faces. I have very soft skin. I am me. I like books. I like jumpers and mustaches. I like drinking water. I like drinking wine. I like the idea of yoga and running, I don't dislike exercise but I thrive on a little encouragement and love. I thrive on acceptance and being wanted. I don't do well on my own. Except I'm never on my own, not really. I think of you 24/7. You are constantly with me, in every decision I make and in every step I take. You son of a gun - I am in love with you.
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