there was a hand gripping my neck and all i could do was think about him.
i wasn't thinking about the possible death that i was encountering.
i was thinking about him. his hands. his lips. his laugh. his smile. him.
he's all i want. him and his entirety is all i long for. especially when i'm in the situation i'm in now. i've become used to these hands wrapped around my neck whilst i think about his wrapped around my waist. i'm used to thinking about his soft lips against mine when i have chapped ones leaving traces of cigarette smoke and whiskey all over my body. i remember the sound of his sleepy morning giggle while menacing chuckles pierced my ears. i picture his beautiful smile spread across his face when i'm faced with an evil grin each day.
i miss him. i need him. i love him.
