Heart

Thoughts...

Added 2020-04-21 04:34:48 +0000 UTC

This collarbone misses her fingertips. This neck misses her breath against it, nuzzled close and sleepy. This skin misses her electric touch.

Two more sleeps until I can have her close and breathe her in. I’m aching for it even if we won’t be alone, I just want her near me. It’s been 3 weeks since I’ve seen her, the longest stretch we’ve had since we started seeing each other in August. We are lucky, even now.

We met a year ago today. Her friend Eden asked her to come with her to “this gay girl slumber party, in case they’re axe murderers.” I was still nursing a smashed heart from my ex, and licking my wounds from a less-than-graceful exit a woman made from my life just that day. I was pissed off that people were late, I wasn’t in the mood to make friends or make nice, but she sat right beside me and distracted me from my own bullshit long enough to get through to me with her steady goodness.

I love that we didn’t hook up that night. I made some excuse and she had no trouble finding what she was looking for. We talk it out all the time when we’re lying in bed together. She teases me for running away, I tease her for getting me to feel her thigh muscles, she laughs that she thought I didn’t like her, I cringe that I’m THAT TERRIBLE at giving off the right vibes. We break down those little interactions, over and over, laughing over what we know now and what we didn’t know then. It’s been an incredible year since she showed up, everything’s been brighter.