Mar 4
"i wanted t' call you every single night i've been gone." and it's the damning truth, he finds as he stands across her threshold, rain soaked and a week's time stretched between them because of his absence. his secret festers like a disease in him, the urge to tell her about all of him burns too hot. too long he has wracked himself over the guilt of wanting to be close to her, the aching of wanting more, the selfish tug of his heart. "i-i've never done this before. never..." he struggles for the right words, and finally, he blurts them out, "-wanted something." @restconfetti.
