Dearest,
I can still feel your mouth on my swollen lips. Your touch still burned on my freezing arms. Your smell still lingered on my tangled hair. And dearest... I'm scared... I'm scared we're riding on a fast train in a dark tunnel heading to nowhere.
I'm fucking scared this'll all stop one day. I'm scared this'll all stop just as fast as it started. I don't want this to just be a 'blink of an eye' , a shooting star, or a fast- moving car in a dead end zone.
Because whatever we have or we don't have... I want it to last.
I want everything we have to last.
Please.
