i'm laying here.
you're laying there.
next to me, and you are as close as one could get, but the thought that you'll be on your way soon makes you feel so... far.
bittersweet. that's how it feels.
sweet that i could be so blessed to feel this happy again...
bitter that i'm re-introduced to the feeling of how afraid i am to lose it.
but i don't say anything. i let your hands rush over me like fire and calm me like the rain at four in the morning.
i love you. it makes me cry, it makes me smile.
