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joshym · 11 months

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“all of you is accepted and celebrated here”

my inbox is ALWAYS open. don’t ever be afraid to reach out.♡

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Watch Me ☾: Josh x f!Reader

You love getting to support Josh in all of his pursuits, but sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you. And knowing this, he finds the perfect way to use music to offer you comfort in a particularly anxious moment.

No Hands☀︎: Josh x f!Reader

Your little game works out exactly in your favor.

•Part 2 ☀︎ & now it’s his turn.

Lilac Moon(wip)☀︎☾⭒: Josh x f!Reader

You left everything behind to make music.

Your band is struggling to make it, you're struggling to make it.

That is until one day, you meet the singer of the band that inspired you to chase your dreams. And not only do you meet him, but he wants you to go on tour with him and his band.

You happily obliged, though you were not prepared for the whirlwind of emotions and love that awaited you.

This tour will change everything for you.

Lets Share☀︎: Danny x f!Reader x Josh

You’re undeniably Danny’s but, he doesn’t mind sharing.

Release☀︎: Dr. JMK x f!Reader (coming soon♡)

Your body is far too tense these days. A massage from the best of the best is just what you need to remedy it, although his measures are bit...unconventional.

Le Morte d’Arthur(wip)☀︎☾⭒: College AU Jake x f!Reader

It all began with a passion for literature. What was once a dream to walk the halls of the University of Michigan is now a reality.

You thought you were prepared for everything.

A new town, a new school, a new way of life,

but what you were not prepared for...

was meeting the enigma that is Jake Kiszka.

Bloodstream(wip)☀︎☾⭒: vampire!Jake x f!Reader

This is a very special collab with @jakeyt 🤍

Folklore. Stories passed down through generations. Imaginations run rampant with their tales of sorcery and the supernatural.

But for Tommie, it was different. Somehow it was more. She had become transfixed by a local legend - one that told of an unlawful love affair between a witch and a vampire. To Tommie, it was an alluring tapestry woven with threads of forbidden love and timeless secrets. Yet something about it felt strangely familiar to her-but why?

It was only a story. . . wasn't it?

Prettiest in the Morning☀︎☾: Jake x f!Reader (request)

Jake is worth being late to work for.

Muse☀︎☾: Jake x f!Reader (request)

Your struggling artist is desperate for some inspiration.

Why Don’t You Make Me?☀︎ ⭒: Sam x f!Reader

You learn what being sassy with Sam leads to.

Lets Share☀︎: Danny x f!Reader x Josh

You’re undeniably Danny’s but, he doesn’t mind sharing.

GVF poetry:

pieces inspired by the boys, the band, & the art they have gifted us. 𖥸

Josh

Jake

Danny

Sammy(coming soon♡)

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love-is-all-i-need · 7 months

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#greta van fleet #gvf #sam gvf #danny gvf #gvf fanfiction #jake gvf #joshua michael kiszka #poetry #spencer reid x reader #anime

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wintercoatkiszka · 6 months

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Poets and Promises

Chilly autumn air gets gently blown back as you open the door to your happy place: the vintage bookstore three blocks away from your cramped apartment. Immediately, your senses are overwhelmed by the smell of old paper and the cinnamon candle that the store’s elderly owner always seems to be burning this time of year. The store itself is bordering overstuffed with the towering bookcases filled with paperbacks and limited editions, dressers filled with steamy romances and tables covered in nail biting mysteries, but it doesn’t feel claustrophobic, at least to you it doesn’t, and you rather enjoy spending your days off curled up in one of the ancient puffy armchairs with a new book spread across your lap. You enter the dimly lit space and wave hello to the woman manning the counter before delving into the shelves in search of something new.

At this time of day, you are usually the only one in the shop as most other adults are at work and children at school, but you can hear the unmistakable sound of someone thumbing through pages as you breach the edge of the poetry section. Ugh, poetry. You roll your eyes and crouch down to check out the leather bound historical fiction that caught your eye, but can’t help the curiosity tickling the back of your brain at the stranger but a few aisles over. Why do they have to like poetry? Every true book lover knows the type that reads poetry; usually a seasonal beverage lover, probably a heartbreaker who will have you wrapped around their finger with the first poem that they say reminds them of you. I need to start dating better people, You think with a snicker, realizing that two of your past boyfriends were exactly like that.

You go back to reading the first few pages of that historical fiction you picked up earlier and decide that you’d like to give it a try. Standing up, the sudden quiet of the building catches you and you realize that the mystery poet has stopped thumbing pages. Maybe they left? Oh well. You head back to your secret reading chair and are just about too consumed in your book to notice the person sat squarely in it, but at the last moment, they startle you and you let out a gasp. He looks up from the book they were reading, Where The Sidewalk Ends you note, and gives you a radiant smile. “Take your seat?” He asks, readjusting to get out of it. His ethereal beauty stuns you for a moment and the only thing that shocks you out of your stupor is the concerned look that his deep, chocolate brown eyes are giving you.

“Um… No. Yes. Uh, kind of? I usually sit here, but you look pretty comfortable and this one’s just as good.” You point to the chair directly across from the beautiful stranger before another wave of panic hits you. Shit, how am I supposed to act normal and read my book with him sitting across from me? He nods and gestures for you to sit down and you do, smiling awkwardly as you do so. You try to tuck into your book, but the sun is reflecting so perfectly off of the stranger’s golden curls, styled ever so carefully, and you’re finding it harder and harder to take your eyes off of his perfect lips, the bottom one caught between his teeth as he chews on it absentmindedly.

When you aren’t looking at him, you think you can feel his eyes on you too, but every time you glance up, he’s carefully studying the pages before him. Then, while you’re one again taking in his features, he glances up and catches your eye. “Find something more interesting than that book?” He asks, cracking another one of his award winning smiles. You’re too stunned to speak once again and he sighs deeply, setting the book down and sitting forward. “What are you even reading?” He reaches for the book in your hand and you find yourself unable to do anything but let his soft, sturdy hands pull the book out of your grasp, his fingers lingering for just a moment too long on yours. “This looks simply dreadful!” He complains, reading the back of the book and looking at you with a shocked expression.

“Says the one reading poetry!” You retort, finally able to get your wits about you. Defensively, you take the book back and, for a moment, he grips it tight, like he wants to fight for it, before relenting and letting you pull back into your chair.

“Excuse you! Poetry is an art form. Arguably one of, if not the, best genres of literature out there!”

“Oh really?” You ask incredulously.

And so, the two of you enter into an hours-long debate turned author recommendations, turned conversation about yourselves until a beeping from his watch brings the two of you back to the present. “Oh shit,” He mutters, looking at the time. He glances back up at you, the smile shyer than you’ve seen it today back on his face and his cheeks pink from the soft blush that suddenly appeared. “It pains me to say this, but I have to run. Oh, I’m Josh by the way.”

A matching smile and blush appears on your face as you reach out a hand. A handshake might have been a little formal, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with. “Lovely to meet you Josh, I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name for a beautiful soul. I hope our paths cross again.” He squeezes your hand and runs out the door, leaving you staring down at your hand.

Over the next few days, you have begun to explore the poetry section more and more and it is on the fifth day since you met Josh, that you finally decide to sit down with one of the longer collections to read. You return to your corner and sit in your usual chair, once again just the slightest bit disappointed that the curly haired poet is not occupying it. As you settle into a poem about the reflection of a dawning sun on the snow, a soft chuckle hits your ears and you look up to see Josh cradling a biography above you. “Fancy meeting you here. Mind if I join?” You shake your head and he sits across from you, kicking his feet up to intertwine with yours, a bold move you think, and you both settle into the warm domesticity of reading books together.

“Oh, so sorry to bother the two of you, but we’re closing shortly. I’m going to my grandkid’s soccer game, so I’m locking up a little early.” The shaky voice of the owner cuts through the silence and the two of you exchange a glance before getting up, thanking the owner and heading out.

“Y/N?” Josh stops you outside the storefront. “I would love it if you’d come get a bite to eat with me? You can tell me how much you enjoyed that poetry you were reading.”

You dramatically roll your eyes and let out a laugh. “Yes Josh, I’d love to. Must we talk about such a boring subject though?”

#flufftober 2023 #greta van fleet #gvf fanfiction #josh kiszka #josh kiszka x reader #bookstore #poetry slander (sorry not sorry)

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iliana-gvf · 10 months

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꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂

𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲✩

꧁꧂ ꧁꧂꧁꧂ ꧁꧂ ꧁꧂

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh gvf #josh kiszka #peaceful army #poetry #poems #stars

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thekirbishow · 4 months

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Poetry List

Please be kind!

Feedback is always welcome!

Share your thoughts and opinions!

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Love 🫀

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dykejake · 2 years

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did the moon herself breathe you into being?

I think you shine like she might have…

#greta van fleet #jake kiszka #Jake gvf #throwback to my shit poetry

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gretavanfuckoff · 1 year

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hi hello good evening

i write poetry - a lot of which is inspired by music (especially gvf), the stars, and whatever else i feel like

if you want to follow along, i try to post a new poem on insta every night: @the_proper_noun_

#ok love you bye #this break has been brought to you by my creative endeavors #back to the regularly scheduled programming #greta van fleet #gvf #poetry

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joshym · 11 months

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I'd like to add a little preface to this piece, and to this eventual series.

This is the poem that sparked this whole idea for me. Upon writing this initially, I hadn't intended for it to be 'about' Josh. I was feeling inspired by the sun, started to write, then let the words naturally flow & take the lead. I let my sister @jakeyt read it, & instantly she noticed how very 'Josh' this came out to be. I realized then that this man, this walking ray of sunshine in human form, was the true inspiration behind it; he lit the spark that led me to write again.

I sincerely hope you all enjoy, & I can't wait to share more of these.♡

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ☼ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･☼･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ☼ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

The glow shines each morning through,

insistent on opening my eyes to you.

My heart illuminates lustrous light

as it recalls the delicate cold of the night.

I bask endlessly when you are near,

for your radiance never runs at the nights’ fear.

You gleam indelible brilliance that awakens the day,

even as darkness succumbs, I’ll hold my star to find the way.

My eyes will never blind as your love escorts my sight,

for your rays accompany the warmest bright.

As a solar storm flickers through embers of your eyes,

it sends a blast to my heart, and I realize,

that your love keeps my world in rotation

and the stars in my eyes dance to your constellation.

I surrender completely to your incandescent colors

as you enrapture the galaxies above all others.

Your glow shines each day through,

and all I desire is to open my eyes to you.

･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ☼ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･☼･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ☼ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

taglist: @jakeyt @wingedgardener2000

#josh kiszka #greta van fleet #josh kiszka poetry #greta van fleet poetry #gvf poetry #jmk #sunshine

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satans-helper · 7 months

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Reaching for Stardust - Part VI

Read Looking For Space here // Playlists here // Read on wattpad

Word Count: ~2700 (why so short?? I don't know. I wrote this what feels like ages ago lol)

Warnings: none...but buckle up for later?

This is super late because I was 1) busy writing that GVF slash mini-series 2) busy being out of town to see OUR BOYS again 3) busy writing that new Sam fic I just posted. Anyway...

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Morning began with a tangerine sun suspended in a hazy, buttercup yellow sky. The clouds seemed to come to life as the sun got higher, moving past the orange glow in such gentle, soft movements that it was hard to even keep track of the changes, at least from mine and Josh’s spot on the porch. We were both hungover worse than we’d experienced in, well, we weren’t sure–it was hard to remember anything with our heads pounding, throats parched and stomachs lurching.

“Fuck. We fucked up,” Josh lamented with a little groan. He shut his eyes and leaned against me, a mug of coffee in his hands. “We should’ve bought food yesterday. I’d take a single saltine cracker right now.”

I felt the same. Hindsight was always 20/20. “Yeah, we fucked up,” I agreed. I tried to shut my eyes in solidarity and to just bask in the warm glow of morning but, when I did, I felt the earth spin beneath my feet. “I need Gatorade or something, jeez.”

“I shouldn’t have suggested shots,” Josh went on, sounding off a louder groan to punctuate his statement. “It’s all my fault. Are we going to survive?”

“We’ll survive,” I assured him, though the coffee from the Keurig machine was too bitter on my tongue and too hot in my stomach. I was dreaming of an ice-cold blue sports drink from an air conditioned gas station, chased with an iced coffee loaded with cream and sugar. “Nothing’s gonna stop us from going to the beach today.”

“Tybee Island, yes,” Josh concurred. He sat up straight and brought the mug of coffee to his lips, eyes half-lidded as he sipped again despite the enthusiasm in his voice. Once half of his coffee was gone he was up and moving, shuffling away from the porch, beginning to sing to himself as he carried on into the bedroom. If it’d been anyone else, that relentless cheeriness and resilience would have irritated me, but it was Josh, so listening just made me laugh to myself.

I was still excited for our beach day, though at the moment the thought of baking in the sun made me feel even more queasy. I diligently sipped the rest of my coffee and groggily hauled myself into the kitchen to chug lukewarm tap water, which tasted so different than the water back home. I did love Savannah so far, but I still couldn’t imagine living there. In my mind, home was where our most beloved people were and that was back in Michigan.

That thought reminded me to check my phone for a reply from Jake. He had texted back later in the night and I immediately smiled huge and delirious at the picture–a selfie taken with the help of Danny’s long arm that showed all three of the boys that I missed so badly. The text read: First birthday without Josh was weird. He sent me a text that was half gibberish did you guys go out?

I typed back, relaying that we went to the rooftop bar and got absolutely wasted and that Josh’s birthday seemed a little weird without Jake and Sam and Danny, too. As I migrated to the bedroom after Josh, I realized how it was also the first birthday of Josh’s that felt so empty after the fact–normally, the whole “one year older” and effects of whatever party we’d had trailed into the next day. I didn’t feel that at all. Was it yet another product of actually getting older? Sometimes in my head, Josh was still the same 23 year old I’d met in that poetry class, both of us so fresh and green, with him so ready to fall headfirst into something new with me. I’d been so apprehensive and fearful and now, looking back, it felt so silly. Josh was a dream come true.

The beach was also a dream come true. We had nothing to compare it to back home, not even close–the ocean right at our literal fingertips was enough for Josh and I to drop our bags and hightail it to the sea, running through the foamy waves until the water reached our knees. The sun was partially hidden by some of the morning clouds that had stuck around, but what sunlight pierced through hit hard and beautiful, turning the water into an infinite expanse of glittering blue and green that melted into the pale blue horizon. Seagulls circled overhead; pelicans coasted in the water; boats floated on by far off in their own little worlds and our little world seemed to be a seaside fairytale that I was content to live in for much longer than we actually had.

The wind caressed our damp legs as we stepped back out onto dry land. My heart was beating fast, even faster still when I looked at Josh–the strips of white clouds were reflected in his eyes and his smile was bigger and brighter than any sun. I was sure of that. We watched each other more than what our hands were doing as we held the big beach towel we’d packed between us and spread it out in the air, trying to get it straight and taut to lay flat on the sand. Josh smirked; I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed.

“This is perfect,” he remarked once we were getting situated on the ground. He laid back, putting his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes. “I could stay here forever.”

I grabbed his sunglasses from his backpack and slid them over his eyes. “It does feel like a little slice of paradise. We just need some fruity cocktails.”

“A little hair of the dog that bit us wouldn’t be such a bad idea right now, actually.”

I laid down next to him, shielding my eyes with my hand to look at the sky. “We used to be able to drink all night and be relatively fine the next day. I miss that.”

“I think Jake, Danny and Sam drank all night. Sam sent me a video of Danny drinking straight from a bottle of tequila.”

I chuckled. “Those two degenerates have ruined our good boy.”

“Sam singlehandedly corrupted Danny years ago, I’m sure of it,” Josh said, turning his head to look at me. His bare skin was already so naturally tan–I could imagine how much more rich and glowy he’d become with the extra sun we were getting. “He’s just good at keeping it under wraps, that Daniel of ours. Well, sometimes. Seems like the most debauchery comes out when Sam peer pressures him and Danny can’t contain himself.”

It was true–so many nights of Sam practically pouring shots down Danny’s throat himself. It seemed like Danny only tried to hold back because he knew he’d end up having to take care of Sam later on.

“I think they’re in love,” I said.

Josh laughed. “Me too.”

I sat up to retrieve a bottle of water from my backpack. “But really–none of them have girlfriends. Is it because they’re touring now? I just can’t imagine any of them not finding a girl to click with.”

“Well, we are their best groupies. I don’t think anyone else can compete with us in that regard,” Josh said, still lying flat, lounging beneath the penetrating sunrays. “But I do think the fact that they’re playing shows all over now is a factor. I can’t imagine how hard it would be to commit to someone you’re not going to see even every week.”

“Not gonna lie, I wanted Sam and Bev to work out.”

“I think he was a little too young then. It might be different now.”

“Well, maybe it’s a good thing.” I took a drink then settled back down, moving closer to Josh. “They should just be focused on the music and having fun. Relationships complicate things.”

Josh raised his sunglasses and winked at me. “Not if they’re perfect.”

I smiled. “We’re not exactly perfect.”

“Close enough.”

I’d considered the idea that Josh really would propose to me during our vacation. The beach seemed like a good place for it–though there were people around, we had plenty of privacy, no way to make a big public fuss about it. The weather was perfect and the whole ambiance of the ocean and sky made for a picturesque setting. He was too relaxed though–if Josh were to propose now, I would have had a real inkling. Still, the impending mystery proposal and the subsequent unplanned wedding was on my mind again.

“Where would you want our wedding to be?” I asked. “Obviously outside somewhere. We’ve already agreed on that. But where specifically?”

Josh reached between us to take my hand, still lying idle by my side. “I’m not sure, darling. I’m not privy to the venues and what have you that are in our area. Why, did you have a particular place in mind?”

“Not really. But some place quiet and open would be nice. Lots of flowers and trees and whatnot. That’d be pretty, right?”

“Very pretty. Though it sounds like we’d be waiting another year if we wanted the greenery and sunshine.” Josh squeezed my hand lightly, let it go to roll onto his side and look at me. “I don’t feel like waiting another year.”

I knew as much, but my heart still skipped a beat at hearing the words. “It takes time to plan a wedding. Even if you proposed to me right now, the planning would take months.”

“We have months as it is. But don’t worry–I’m not proposing today.” Josh leaned in and cupped my face, giving me a kiss. “It’s still going to be a surprise. And I have to get the timing right.”

“Oh?” I quipped, reaching out for him, tugging on his hair to bring him back and kiss again. He tasted like sunscreen and coconut lip balm.

Josh propped his head up in one hand, remaining on his side. “I know you have your bridesmaid all figured out. Kirsti would be your maid of honor, naturally.”

“And Jake would be your best man. Naturally.”

“You’ve told your mom we’re planning on getting married, right?”

“Josh, she started pressuring me to marry you like two years ago,” I reminded him with a laugh. “Once she came around to you, she came around hard. And I’m pretty sure she’s desperate for just one of her kids to get married.”

“Oh, that’s right! Last Christmas she asked me where the ring was.” Josh laughed too, turning to look up at the sky. “I didn’t tell her I had it already. Maybe I should’ve.”

“Since I already know you’re going to propose, isn’t most of the surprise moot anyway?”

Josh laid back down. “Not at all. People should talk about it beforehand. It doesn’t kill the romance. It just makes things more solid.”

“You know what’s also solid? A house,” I replied, giving his nose a tap with my finger before I laid back down, too.

“Seen any around here that you like?”

“I’ve seen some back home that I like.” I quickly considered spilling about the house from the estate sale, but I didn’t know if that was a sure thing yet. And anyway, I didn’t want to get caught up in thinking about being home when we were on vacation. Josh was so skilled at enjoying the present–I was going to do the same.

Once we were feeling the burn from the sun, Josh and I waded back into the cool Atlantic. This time, we went far enough out until the water reached our necks and the waves were gentle and stirring around us, crashing loudly behind us; I gazed out at the blue horizon, thinking of how the ocean seemed as infinite as the sky itself, as infinite as the whole universe, really. I laughed when Josh decided to swim out even farther, kicking and paddling along until he called out that he couldn’t feel where the bottom was and I told him to watch out for sharks. He tipped back to lie flat beneath the sky and float atop the water, arms out at his sides and eventually looking too much like a dead body that I swam out and dragged him back by his hand.

We took our damp and slightly sunburnt selves to a very late lunch at a little seafood shack afterward. It was quite literally a shack, actually, and it was situated down a curvy road, far more in the grasslands than the actual beach, but I could still smell the ocean when we stepped out of the rental car and moseyed up the wooden ramp to the doorway, where inside it smelled like, not to either of our surprises, fish, crab and fryer oil.

After our greasy and satisfying lunch, we headed out to the shops lining the island that were even more blatant tourist money grabs than what we’d encountered downtown, and we loved it. The sweatshirts, t-shirts, hats, keychains and the beach-inspired hemp necklaces and bracelets fit the energy of the island and our sun-soaked bliss; neither Josh nor I cared about how silly the purchases were. We walked out with plastic bags full of mementos and soft hoodies, our hair stiff from salt water, my heart full of undeniable happiness.

While Josh drove us back over the bridge to take us back to our temporary home for much-needed showers, I got a text from Jake: How do you like Savannah?

I love it. It’s beautiful! We’re having the best time. Where are you guys tonight?

Cleveland. So far so good. Josh hasnt been texting me much so he must be enamored with the city haha

He is! But we miss you guys. We have so much to tell you when we get back

Same here. Wish you guys could see the show

We’re your biggest fans. Don’t forget it ;)

“Jake misses us,” I announced to Josh, who had a very pleased smile on his face when I looked at him.

“I know he does,” he said while we glided over the bridge back to the city. “I miss him, too.”

When night fell, we were one of four other couples and one trio during the ghost tour, which took us from the starting point outside a diner, long shut down since its last dinner hour, around what felt like far more than just a couple miles of the city. The guide was a witchy woman who had the right energy and charisma to make all the stories–surely, some more exaggerated than others–come to life in the warm night and the yellow glow of the street and house lights and the abundance of Spanish moss hanging from so many of the trees surrounding our steps added to the spookiness of it all. Josh loved it, as did I, and we were wired by the time the tour ended, wanting more ghost stories–really, wanting to find some ghost stories of our own.

But instead of ghosts, we found ourselves back at the airbnb, sipping wine with our limbs tangled together on the porch. I couldn’t see the stars–the lights of the small city were still too many and too bright to get a good view–but the brightest star of all was right there next to me. I said this to Josh and he laughed lovingly at the cliche, wrapped his arm tighter around me and pressed his wine-stained lips to my cheek: “Thank you for coming with me on this journey,” he said.

“To Savannah or just, like, life?” I asked, happy and mutually grateful either way.

“All of it.” Josh sighed softly and rested his cheek on my shoulder. “I just wish it were longer.”

“We have tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And a whole lifetime.”

Josh clinked his glass with mine. “Infinity.”

I ran my fingers up his back, tracing each vertebrae. “Infinity.”

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