#you can tell this singular tram journey has shifted something in my brain

[capseycartwright]

i think i probably wont post this in full because the middle bit feels so deeply personal and Mine and i don’t think i want to share it in its totality but i’m proud of this opener. So here’s some more sappy prose.

it’s five am, and we’re on a tram, and even though we are utterly exhausted, we’re still talking, like we’ve been talking all night now - about life, and love - and despite the fact the tram is entirely empty, the very first of the day, we’re sitting side by side, your shoulder pressed against mine.

i don’t always find it easy to be honest but with you i always seem to find a way to spill my guts - and i guess that’s because i want you to know me, really know me, and you tell me your secrets and i tell you mine and it feels special, to know that you trust me with the reality of who you are and that i can trust you with all of me.

somewhere between the party that we left, the sun not far off coming up as we said our goodbyes, and the tram stop where we continued our shared journey home, something changed between us - that sounds dramatic, i know, but we’ve been on the precipice of something for so long now and as you guided us to the tram, willingly accepting my excuse that i was too tired for my contacts to work properly anymore, nudging me down unfamiliar winding streets without complaint and a gentle guiding hand on my arm, something really did change - and for the better.