I know he can fix you, then break you.
But can he break me, but then be the one to fix me?
Because I want it to be him. I can't imagine it being anyone else.
I can't fathom letting anyone but him;
his hands,
his breath,
his heart,
touch me like he has.
The memory of his touch,
his being,
lingers on my skin,
in my heart,
pumping through my veins,
speeding through my body.
So fast,
too fast;
it broke me.
And now I need fixing.
But he is nowhere to be found.
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Assorted Short Stories
RomanceFrom time to time, when I'm so far into my procrastinating that I'm even avoiding writing FNT, I end up on Tumblr for hours (I'm a sucker for high resolution pictures that speak to my heart) Anyway, often when I'm scrolling through Tumblr, I see a p...
