i carved not only our initials onto the big acorn tree but the description of how our first kiss felt like but i found myself outlining the texture of the bark even more because just like the bark resting upon the tree i find myself wanting to touch you more no matter how many times i've circled the same tree for how many hours. our lips chapped with anticipation and obsession has more than enough friction to kindle the biggest fire to guide the rest of our hike.