He moved toward me with that look in his eyes.
I’ve never been good at telling people I love them.
She wanted love, but I could not love the lie in her eyes.
I didn’t tell him I had been married before because every guy I told treated me like used merchandise.
She stuns my heart.
I’m here with you, and I’m not going away.
When we looked into the little window at the baking crust, it was a sludge of bubbling grease.
Tracing fingers along the map of your skin.
I love green spaces, shrines that have grown around trees, and rituals that worship nature.
I took that bullet when you said you loved me.
Isn’t that what makes dreams worth dreaming?
Love is listening to your wife share a completely uninteresting three and a half minute-long story… and also not telling her she told you this story already.
She told me I’d get A’s on my spelling tests if I slept with the words under my pillow. I always did.
If love was only these two things, it would be enough.
No, you are everything. But maybe that’s just me.
…when my mouth is the sole thing you wear.