Sep 13, 2018
Hold her head against your chest. Tangle your hands in her hair and thank the stars you can breathe her in. Press your lips against her forehead. Tell her youβll never leave. Tell her youβre sorry. Draw maps on her forearms, write love notes behind her knees, trace your fingers along the curves of her hips and memorize her while you can. Freckles and scars and dimples. Love is not a mirage, or a dream that we can conjure. Love is whispering, even the words that shake you the most. Love is making wishes on her breast bone when you can hear her heartbeat.
