Your hair in my face, arms wrapped around each other tight.
Us, rolling around together. The way you look at me when I'm covering you.
Just the two of us, trusting each other entirely, tightly wound with each other.
The four walls of your room, covered in drawings and poetry that you've left at different points of your life. Your clothes, always still on the bed, as we play fight and taste each other's lips.
I've missed this feeling, this intimacy. Thank you for bringing it all back to me; even though this won't mean much in the grand scheme of things.
And as we part ways again, good luck, take care, and always remember the chorus to our song; that we've uttered in between breathes to each other.
