❝ i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.
i will never leave him. it will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. if i had had words to speak such a thing, i would have. but there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. ❞
❝ but know, it won’t be the same. it won’t even come close to the thunderstorms that were moving beneath my skin from what i felt for you. i would have loved you. i would have kept stoking that fire until i was shaking and smouldering with it. until every word i hiccuped began to sound like ‘come closer.’ i would have loved you till there was nothing left. until we were both empty and full from the storm of it.
that doesn’t happen often, not everyone can wring themselves out so completely and still be spilling over. ❞
❝ i don’t want just love, i want an all consuming physical and spiritual movement that shakes you all the way from your toes to your ribs. i want you to be consumed and desperate and needy and i want you to want me at whatever time at night and i want you to text me when that happens so i can know i did that to you. i want you to send me links to songs that remind you of me and for you to want my attention as much as i want yours and to not play small half assed games like playing hard to get because that stuff is just so boring when all you need is to be with someone simply and cleanly. i want you to run your hands through your hair and roll your eyes and say things like 'well, you’re under my skin now, there’s no pulling you out.' ❞
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