Loving Jack
Loving Jack is second nature. Loving Jack is loving the small things and big things in life and all the moments in between. Loving Jack is like knowing the back of your hand- it is without a thought- easy and right and certain. So when I look at Jack? Man of my dreams. Man with the golden touch. Man with a magical mind. My perfect man. Loving Jack is so so easy.
Loving Elsa
Loving Elsa is hard. So fucking hard. When climbing into her bed at night and looking into those goddamn beautiful eyes, it is easy to realise how out of my depths I really am- how stupid i am to ever think this would work. Loving Elsa is hard, because a trickle of guilt will always ooze out of my chest and poison my brain. Loving Elsa is fucking hard.