May 22, 2017
55) things you said under your breath (Caoryy)
Sometimes she worries that he might never return at all. Sometimes she wonders if she has lost him now. If he will pick them over her. If their recklessness will rip him away. If omnipresent forces that have nothing to do with them will separate them forever. She is full of these idiosyncrasies and insecurities.
So she presses her lips to his forehead, his cheekbones, his nose. It is a silent prayer, beseeching devotion. There is no other god worthy of her praise.
Come back to me.
His hands wrap around her waist, pulling her closer and tighter. The same answer as before:
Always.
