This is just something I wrote when my boyfriend and I were going through a rough patch. We broke up for a time just because things were feelign different for him but we still spent time together a lot while we were working out where we were going together. This is my first posting on this site, and I'd love to hear your thoughts. Constructive criticism is welcome and much appreciated. This really has no direction or structure, it was more just
His hands glide across the planes of my face, over my cheeks and down the slant of my jaw. I’m scared to breathe; even more scared of looking into his eyes and falling into them again. I know I could melt into those ocean eyes, spend eternity drowning in them if he’d always look at me that way. My heart is pounding in my chest as his soft hand rests against my cheek. Just that single touch makes me want to give in to him, look into his eyes and let myself fall into this moment. For a second, I feel tears threaten to fall from my eyes and I feel ridiculous for nearly crying in front of him. He pulls his hand away, guilty, and somewhere inside I know I should take this opportunity to run. Instead, I let my heart take over and I reach up to brush my hand across his cheek, soft as I remember it. Then I’m in his arms, as ready as I’ll ever be to fall into this thing that is beginning. He has tied a string around my heart, pulled it tight.
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