You are more than just come overs to bend over, constant forgiveness, and second chances. You are not just a good time. You are more than being enough when it only suits them. Because you are more than just to be loved temporarily. When there are others who look at you as forever.
My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.
As much as I read our story, I tried finding the conflict that our story had. I flipped the pages and ripped pages, looking for words that somehow kept our story going.
