"i love you," you kissed my nose, "so much."
the happiness that
o v e r c a m e
me
when
you
warmed me
with your smile.
"the feeling's mutal," i joked.
but even as i laid with you,
he plauged my mind.
fiddling with my hand, you breathed in, "... we're together, right?"
i wasn't ready for this.
i wasn't ready for us.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
