I’m willing to hold on to this moment.
Last night I slept next to him, infinitely happy. He wasn’t content until we were cocooned together, perfectly placed so that his kisses would be easily placed at the back of my head.
At that moment, I felt I could love him. At that moment, he made my life.
sometimes it feels like he sank into my skin and slowly ripped the veins from their rightful, blue infused spots. it doesn’t feel like i can love. i feel like it’s something i want but can’t have. everything feels very surface. superficial. and when it goes any deeper, i don’t want to believe it. i don’t know how to handle it.
