I will always remember our kisses. Our lips raw with love. How you gave me everything in you and how I gave you what was left of me. I will remember the warmth of your embrace and how every mark you made on me never left a trace. I will remember your small room and the light that beamed through that godforsaken window. Your books. Your games. Your desk. The pile of laundry on that chair in the corner of your room, holding the secrets you were too scared to say aloud.
In that small room it was just us. In this tiny little cocoon of raw emotion. Your leg. My leg. Your arm. My arm. Our bodies effortlessly intertwined as we slept next to one another. Our mornings. Our noons. Our nights. Hiding away from reality in that little room.
