i live for the moments that you clasp my hands tight like you're worried i might float away. the times your lips can't contain your love when you're close to mine. the ways you find to hold me when i'm too far away to be held. the things you do to remind me that your heart is my home. the places we will soon declare as ours like our interlocked fingers are explorers. i'm alive with you.
i can't seem to ever be even the slightest bit content with my writing anymore.