love like war

you're fucked

When you can still remember how someone's touch feels months after they've left you broken, lungs collapsing, lungs burning, they were more than just someone. When you can take them back in less than a blink of an eye or a beat of your heart because without them it doesn't beat at all, you're hopeless. When instead of learning about exponential proofs you're recalling the warmth of their palm against your neck and the way their fingers danced down the flat of your chest, you're too lost to get back. And when they quit reassuring you and asking if you're okay and when their replies become shorter and their glances come slower and you feel yourself gasping and swallowing to keep afloat, you're fucked.