Thalassophobia

Instead of a sea of fire, I hope it turns into a field of flowers

Christopher

The memories of your body against mine haunt me every night when I look at those waves. Your lips on mines bring me back to the sweet taste that you had this evening. I remember your moans and mines. I recall your sights of contentment when I asked you for more. Make me forget, Minho. Love me with your whole heart, with your whole body. Kiss my shapes, ignite my curves. Make me feel alive in these white sheets, give me the want to lose myself in the pleasuring waves that you send me, the ones that never scared me. I thought I wasn't able to love more until our body made one.

The next morning I was alone on the beach, your father needed you. This evening, for the first time I didn't cry. No. I simply closed my eyes, once again dreaming of your hands on me, only wishing that instead of a sea of fire, it would turn into a field of flowers. All of them would smell like that mesmerizing perfume that made me fall so deep.

I would gather a bunch of them to give you, and I would bury my nose inside, getting drunk in your scent.

I love you Minho, love me again until the end of times.