You know,
I used to love scary stories,
telling them to each other
long past midnight,
cuddled up under the covers,
between kisses.
I used to love reading them
on the bus
and getting so scared
that I wouldn't let go
of your hand
until we got home
and you'd hold me safe
till morning.
You know how we watched
scary movies
on Halloween?
Our very own little tradition;
the smell of popcorn
and your body
as I fell asleep
on your chest.
I used to love that.
But I guess
every horror fan
one day finds
the story that scares them
out of loving horror
anymore.
For me,
it was the story
you told me
that winter night
- that nobody ever stays.
I've barely slept since.
Xoxo~ 🌟gingersnap🌟
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