izzy ☾

looove coming up behind her as she's sitting and working on something on her computer, sneaking my arms around her, leaning in and leaving kisses on her cheek and neck

I hadn't seen her house in years, I've been avoiding her street all together, but recently I drove past. There were so many new houses on her street, the tree in her front yard still looked the same, but there was a new car in the driveway. I know her mother doesn't live there anymore and she probably doesn't either. I don't know anything about her anymore, not where she lives, what she does for work, if she's still in school. I don't know if she still does it, if she's even sent pictures to other people. I don't know anything about her anymore, yet she still crosses my mind all the time.

the taste of sea salt and her on my lips

nothing more intimate than your person staying patient and soft with you even when you're upset

soft music playing in the background, laying on top of her, bodies pressed close, skin to skin, her hands running down my back, her reading, me just soaking in the moment.

I just want to hold hands. I miss holding hands. Can we hold hands, please? Pretty please?