Things I Wanted To Say: (but never did)

“I would do whatever you wanted as long as it pleased you.”

“Fat and beautiful.”

“I’d feed you breakfast in bed. All the fresh croissants and butter you could ever want.”

“If you were with me, I’d make sure you’d eat,”

“I don’t have time.”

“Do you never eat? You’re skin and bones,”

Love shouldn’t be dark. All-consuming. That’s passion.

Obsession.

And won’t we eventually get tired of that?

Grow tired of each other?

“There’s no one else for me,” he says, his blue eyes glowing. “No one else. Only you.”

When things feel too good to be true, that usually means they are.

Sometimes I wonder if the stars aligned that night at his parents’ apartment in Manhattan. As if we were meant to meet. To kiss. To touch.

We kissed. We touched—each other’s souls. We marked each other. Connected.

Forever.