i remember the night you first kissed me. you leaned in to press our faces together and i could smell the whiskey in your breath and i didn't know what was more intoxicating, the alcohol or the way you kissed me like you had never needed anything more in life. oh god it was beautiful, the way your hand perfectly settled on my hip bones, how my arms fit perfectly around your neck, and my hands were made to play with the curls in your hair (because i knew it calmed you down but excited you in so many other ways)
your kiss felt like home and tonight i am extra homesick.
your kiss cured my heartaches, but i suppose i am not your only patient. fuck you.
i love you.
