Such a hypocrite I was, asking him to save me when I would not even save myself.
“Loving can hurt, loving can hurt sometimes
But it’s the only thing that I know
When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it’s the only thing that I know
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it’s the only thing we take with us when we die.”
And somehow, despite everything, she let him in. Rendering herself completely in such a way that all of her fears, her insecurities and heartbreak dissipated with one touch. Maybe this boy with curious brown eyes had pieced together the broken parts she’d so intently hidden away. Or could it be he loved her with such conviction that she no longer felt broken in the first place.
He played like her favorite record, the sound of his syncopated breath on her skin; his voice etched into her mind, saying ‘Just kiss me. Just kiss me.’
If she kissed him, she feared she wouldn’t be able to stop.