i like the way his beard looks when he hasnt shaved in a while.
rugged.
broken in.
but it feels like a solar flare on my cheeks and he kisses me like the world is ending.
the world is ending.
im not who i was.
all i can think about is his hand in mine and my hand on my heart.
everyone says you should see fireworks when he touches you,
but what if i see the whole ******* world exploding?
cities fall in a chorus of "he loves me, he loves me not" and i still havent figured it out yet.