My Love, You Are The World
You and I, threaded together on these maps, making homes of where we’ve wandered. Creating our own little world.
You and I, threaded together on these maps, making homes of where we’ve wandered. Creating our own little world.
I run my fingertips over the soft skin between my ribs and hip. The divot, the place where your hands touched.
If I were wishing for love, would you reveal yourself to me? Opening for the sun, breaking through the clouds like a promise?
I read the words on my friend’s post. A tribute to his girlfriend on their two-year anniversary. A beautiful attempt at defining love.