You Will Never Be Able To Experience Everything. So, Please, Do Poetical Justice To Your Soul And Simply

You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.

— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951

In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.

— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

this is soooo SYVERSON and as soon as i saw it i wanted to spin a lil drabble for it 🥺

“I don’t know where your head is at, but I suggest pulling it out of your ass would be a good start!”

it’s been back and forth like this for an hour, so you’re not surprised when he laughs at that one and gives you an incredulous look

“Me?! Like you’re not the one who made the head ass decision to go out and get wild tonight then get your feelins’ all hurt over nothing!”

you wouldn’t call a cocktail waitress getting overly friendly with your husband nothing

the fact that he was treating it as such pushed you deep into your boiling point

“If you think my feelings are ‘nothing’ Logan, then leave! Take what’s yours and get the fuck out!”

you know better than to cuss at him

the look in his eye says it all; he goes from maybe being able to sweep this under the rug to full on dealing with it now

“Alright.”

he says simply, and though his answer surprises you, instead of turning to head out the door, Sy has you in his arms and over his shoulder before grabbing his keys off the hook

he closes the front door behind him and locks it despite your protests, one of his large hands delivers a firm spank to your ass for squirming so much

“Logan, put me down!!”

you whine and feel his grip on you tighten as he walks towards his truck

“You said take what’s mine and go! I’m goin’!! Don’t know where though, I’m open to suggestions.”

you feel your body warm from his affections and decide to take a deep breath and stop fighting

it’s useless at this point anyways as he sits you on the hood of his truck and grips your chin between his fingers, guiding your tearing gaze to his own stern one

“We don’t work that way in this relationship, you understand me? If I’m leavin’ you’re comin’ with me and vice versa. For better or worse, you said.”

his tone meant business as you sniffled and nodded, going from 6”4 with 2 pistols to baby brat in a split second

“Gimmie’ a kiss and get your ass in the truck.”

you offer a solemn peck, feeling bad for making mountains out of mole hills for what was supposed to be a good night

he offers an apology the only way he knows how, deepening the kiss and reminding you who you belong to as he places your hand against his chest and makes you feel his steady heartbeat under your hand

“No one but you, bug. Always. Ok?”

he acknowledges the whole flirty waitress event by offering his daily reminder to you

his heart doesn’t beat for anyone else, and he wants you to know it

every day, every night, and any little moment in between; he belongs to you entirely, and he expects you to know that by now

you nod again and let him help you down from the truck, the fresh night air helping calm the both of you as he rolled down the windows, put the radio on, and threw an arm around you as you leaned into his side

so far there was nothing in the marriage that couldn’t be solved with a lil drive thru ice cream and a long drive with no destination

“Medical professional having to deal with an unruly patient trying to take off their mask”

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