Jan 2, 2021
Warm
Laughter. Warmth. I feel his hand squeeze mine and my heart swells with belonging. I am loved. He loves me. I never have to worry, I never have to doubt. I lean into his chest, hard muscles but soft skin and warmth radiating from his heart that beats slow and methodical. My breathing matches his and with every inhale I steal more of him into my lungs. I will remember this smell forever. I never want to be away from him. I never want this to end, and yet
I awake. Cold. There is nobody next to me. Empty space in an empty bed. My heart feels broken all over again. No not broken. Cracked. All the love and warmth has flown out and I am alone.
