Thursday, September 2, 2010


My nose pressed into his chest. My hands curled into the back of his shirt, holding him securely against me, and from here we could not get any closer. It still felt too far away with layer upon layer of clothing separating our bodies, our skin from pressing desperately together. (I've never felt more real than I do like that.)

"The longer I go without seeing you," I told him into his shoulder. "The harder it gets to breathe."

"I know exactly what you mean." He said, and then everything else disappeared.


  1. I understand so fully. So beautifully expressed.

  2. Oh wow! Thank you both so much. I appreciate it.