i have neglected writing.
i owe you dozens of letters.
and notes, and surprise post-its.
i ceased to write
not because i love you less,
or because i got bored.
it is because i found out that
i would rather hold your hand,
or hug you tight
or cuddle until we both fall asleep.
i am sorry i neglected writing, my love.
i would much rather hold you.
