My pale beauty.

A cringeworthy post.

I never know whether to trust you or not; but you are beautifully bovine. A strange one; but you are. Large eyes. So lovely. I think I would rather your face than mine darling.

I did want Little Bird today, she who I can be so silent with and so gracefully still. I want to hold her and to let her tell me each and every little thing that ever was wrong, or ever is wrong, and I would hold her and stroke her hair and say that even if this or that is so, it does not mean that all is lost. And I would let her cry, and not say "sssssh", and never lie.

I'd like to take her to the tiny grassed area near my house with the trees in it, early in the morning, and we could run about there. We'd climb the tree that was such a struggle when I was seven, eight, nine and we'd sit and discuss. Or sit in quiet. I'd like most of all to stroke her hair and kiss her pretty mouth, to make her smile. Then we could go back and eat toast for breakfast, and then walk to a shop. I could take her on a bike ride along the canal or show her all the places I used to go so often. We could find a playground and do balancing, or if it was a rainy day, after the walk we could sit inside and watch a film or laugh at cheap paper magazines. We could cook dinner or lunch. We are happy in each other's company; and if her family does not appreciate her, or does not like her, then she should come to share mine. They won't be hers. I am not assuming they would ever be hers, but I would let her share them as a temporary half replacement. We'd have a big dinner and we'd go off to bed, chatting in each other's arms, quiet till the morning rays.