a wednesday night 10:16 pm
You popped up.
In pinks and blacks. A yearning smile to your face. Salty water in your line of green sight. But the sky seemed to be a lot more darker than I remembered. And the sun a whole lot more muted.
You, though, you stayed unwilted. A song and many more, carved into the back of my throat.
Along with it came the questions of if's and what's. The feeling of a warm embrace. A kiss to the temple. Hands to my waist. A sleepy voice mumbled into my nape.
It fit too perfectly. Your piece and mine. I think I was scared of it.
Yet it felt so good.
Aching to think of never feeling complete.
Need.
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