My heart fell out of me and rolled along the floor to where my best friends were falling in love. A lust I could only feel, not have, not hold.
Now, as we sit beneath the stars, his shiny silver car saving us – saving me – from the cold, I try to fight the sadness.
I should just be happy, but I feel the looming dread of something breaking what we’re trying to build, and while he’s here, with me, fighting what’s against us, I can think of nothing else but physically connecting him to me. Because I can’t help but think of him leaving. Boring class after boring class come tomorrow when all I want is more of him, all of him.