It was our first date and I asked what his favorite movie is. He asked if I’d judge him, but instead of judging him I just loved him.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

Some people you’re not meant to get over.

He was good and then really good and then bad and then really bad, but since he was good I got lost in the thought that I could fix it.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.