What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.
I walk away,I walk away from the voices,the shouts,the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions,my mistakes,my regrets.I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all I cannot be.For all of it is a lie.
Must have been some kind a nightmare.”“Yeah,” I answer, my usual calm, vacant voice returning. “Can’t wait to wake up.
No human can bury their past indefinitely. It’s only a matter of time before you crack.
He leans in closer and closer until his breath caresses my mouth. I’m paralyzed. I swear he’s going to kiss me. I swear I’m going to let him.
Just breathe,” my mom would say, “Ten tiny breaths… Seize them. Feel them. Love them.
This man was once my salvation. Now, he will be my ruin.
There’s no getting better, Storm. This is it.” There’s no coming back from the dead.
I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him.
Because you´re not a one night girl Irish.’ Leaning in to place a kiss on my jawline he whispers, ‘You’re my forever girl.
Because you’re not a one-night girl, Irish.” (…) “You’re my forever girl.
I could lay here and stare at him forever. I don’t want to let go. Ever.