So maybe I wasn't invincible. Maybe I could be touched. Maybe I didn't have my feelings under control. Maybe I'm not who I think I am. But I swear, for that moment when my face brushed the smooth skin of his shoulder, him standing shirtless with his arms around me trying to keep me warm, the universe suddenly shifted and this thing didn't seem so far out of reach. Like maybe I could be a different me and maybe that would be ok. (because in that moment, it felt right. It felt like something I could do. It felt like it'd never felt before)
But maybe I'm just idealizing it. Maybe. And that last part? I dont think it was my fault. If put in that situation, I would have done the same thing. But maybe, just maybe, things will play out. This is a hushed matter, though. Not something I'd like to share. Not something I am confident I understand well enough to share. It's like an out of body experience. I was a different person, in a different life. Everything was different but it didn't feel wrong, which is what I expected.
And no, sir, you did not smell bad. You smelled wonderful, in fact.
2 comments:
Please don't be straight.
It would be a major loss to the one lucky girl to get you. The one you don't think exists. The one to love you for you, unconditionally, for the rest of for ever. The one to never leave you.
But then again. Who knows, maybe everyone has it backwards and it's really not the boys that are assholes. Maybe it's not the boys that always break the pretty girl's heart. Maybe it doesn't make a difference what their gender is. Maybe it's everyone who is afraid.
Just follow your heart.
ok?
thank you. really.
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