Chapter “Who the F knows”
You must have forgotten how you light up with me
How your smile is brighter, your stares longer, your thoughts bolder, your kisses deeper
It is during these times that you have let slip words saved only for those ready for more. Words such as “beautiful”, “amazing”, “you mean”, “the world”, “to me”.
I told you to keep these to yourself if you didn’t understand their power, but each time the excitement I bring to you and us has made you forget and you still say more but...
The next day you forget. You forget that feeling that made you say those words. That feeling that I created. We created together.
...but I didn’t. I don’t. I told you not to and you ignored me and did it anyways and then you forget and I am left swallowing hard the words, forcing them down like bile after a long night of drinking things that do not mix
...because I know I was, am enough. More than enough. How foolish of you to allow the woman who makes you feel those things to feel unwanted. To get away. Oh silly boy, I am not a vacation. I am a home.