i relish the way i would feel when you looked at me. the silence. the eye contact that never made me feel uneasy but rather loved. your hands. the way you would hold mine and i would hold yours.
the way i would hold your face in my palms.
the sureness of it all. (even though we were 15)
“so when we get married,”
“we’ll have two dogs and one cat”
“two kids; a girl and a boy,”
i know it’s silly
and i was under the impression that we would last “forever”
but i was happy
