breath and encourage myself not to be a coward, to
dive in without overthinking it, even if that means
not having future resentment after she has
shattered my heart to a million pieces
Then I gently rub her forehead with my hand
and she moves in her sleep. She opens and closes
her eyes a few times before realizing what’s
happening.
I tell her that I’ve forgotten to do something
important that couldn’t be put off. So I lean in and
take her face in my hands. I taste her lips, so
slowly that I’m barely able to get the flavor. Then I
look at her with my eyes and my whole face,
because I’m here for her, to kiss her, comfort her
or just to let her cry on my shoulder. And I would
like to tell her that I’d be willing to make her
pancakes every night of her life just to share this
moment together.
I kiss her and tie my tongue to hers and begin
playing with it, letting her feel the metal of my
piercing which I know she’ll like. She puts her
hand on the back of my head and gently rubs it and
I almost lose my breath at that touch because it’s
intimate, intense and important.
All of this is damned important.
Even if I’d like to run as far away as possible
because I’m scared of what’s happening to me, I’m
terrified and I confess that it makes me shake like
a child at his first dentist appointment.I’m staying,
because there’s no other place I’d rather be, there’s
