"I just wanted to talk to you"
Right now, you’re perfect.
I will always notice the delicate insertions of our story into your writing, stopping it and our hearts from ever drowning.
We stood still until the break of dawn. The slim curve of her waist melting into my bare skin. The warmth was almost unbearable. Sticky summer air tangled her hair, knotting us together further. Unanswered questions fought to keep us apart, seeping into the gaps between our breaths. My arm grabbed hers with unnatural force, force I didn’t recognize as my own. I needed her to know the truth.
Can’t help it.