I have never owned anyone before, but myself—probably because it sounds silly.
I soar above my independence and stand by my own feet. So, when you’ve decided to cause storms and shakes, I’ve eventually found myself euphoric.
Some days, some times, I crave for your grin when I embarrass myself, for the twitches of your eyebrows when I said something weird, for the graze of your fingers against my stomach, for the touch of your nose against mine, for your minty and cigarette scented breath over my skin, for your raspy and deep voice that induces me to sleep, and simply for your presence. But some will not be enough because, somehow, it will fall below the bar to never.
And if you’re reading this, I pray that one day you’ll be able to have your Always.
WORD COUNT: 138
Thank you for reading this story. I hope you’ll read a lot from me. If you ever feel the need to give me some writing advice, do not hesitate to reach me through my “Contact” page. All the best love, my dear.