Take me back to September sunsets.
Quiet moments sitting on the beach.
Swatting mosquitos off each other so we could capture the perfect photo.
Laughing until tears streamed down my face and my cheeks hurt for days.
Bellies filled with good food and hearts filled with love.
Take me back to late nights on the couch.
Whiskey glasses left in the table overnight, reminding me of your lips on mine as you held my chin up to look into your eyes.
Living rooms filled with the warm embrace of salt lamps as I rest my head in your lap.
The scent of your cologne lingering on my skin hours after you’ve left.
Shoes tossed across the floor because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Comforter a mess on the bed the next morning, you loved bunching it up between your knees.
Sacrificing my need for a thousand pillows because you loved to do the same.
Take me back to you tucking me in and kissing me on the forehead when you left me in your bed and went to work.
Pulling the covers off me when I tried to hide my insecurities. “Stop doing that, you’re beautiful.”
Your arms completely engulfing me as you sat me on your lap when I walked by you.
Your eyes, my god, those eyes….
Your lips, the deep passion behind every kiss….
Your smile, so much softness regardless of the violence life has thrown at you….
As I close my eyes tonight, I pray to Him. I pray He keeps you safe, I pray He gives you clarity. I pray He shows you it’s safe to be loved and love. I pray He gives you strength to feel safe in this.
We weren’t brought into each other’s lives to do all that, just to go back to being strangers.
I miss you, but that’s okay for now.
I’m not going anywhere.
I’m not giving myself to anyone else.
If you’re the last person I’m ever with, that’s okay. Passion like that can never be duplicated and I’m not willing to risk trying to find it again if it’s not with you.
-A.



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