Love to me is falling for someone who doesn’t catch you. Being in the rain together but receiving no kiss. Borrowing a sweater that has no smell. A reaching hand that doesn’t extend far enough. Tasting a sip, but not being allowed to drink the whole thing. Advertisements
Your hands were small and meek, but they held my whole world. Your bones shook when I made you laugh, even more when you made me laugh. In that moment, you had complete control over me. As my breath hitched from laughter, you could have taken me, broken me, loved me, hated me. But you didn’t […]
I’m going to be in NYC all summer! Do you have an “NYC Dare” for me?