The only way to love someone is to realize that someday they might be gone from you.
He thought he belonged here. He did — once. But after one decision she makes to stray, he realizes just how easily his world can crumble into nothing.
His life is over here.
Light catches in her eye.
Twinkling. Hopeful. Hesitant.
The words in his throat vanish with an inhale, and suddenly, the rest of the world no longer matters.
Perhaps it never did.
There’s a flash of a match in the dark, before it gives way to the softer glow of candlelight. And somewhere, as she drifts between the realms of consciousness, she hears the soft sigh of her name. It’s low enough to ignore but heated enough to startle her into wakefulness.
Because oh, she knows that voice.
The sound of her name in his throat is rooted as deeply within her as the birthmark along her right shoulder, as the scent of midday rain after a tired morning — old and warm. Familiar and comfortable in the wake of dawn’s light.
He doesn’t know tenderness — not like this. It’s uncomfortable. He feels too clumsy for it, too awkward, too everything. But she’s so eager and her eyes are so bright and–
He can try.
I would change nothing. It’s you that I care for. Not the sterile standard of yourself that you keep.
“I need you.”
I don’t need promises or excuses or flashy nothings. As if any of that matters. Just be here now.
When someone else stands next to the one person you were dying to see…
This one’s kinda ‘meh.’
Surround yourself with people who know you, who love and care for you. Show them your face, and you will want for nothing.