"Would you let me mark you?"
My toes wiggle on the carpet while I stand up. Holding her hand, standing under her gaze from that bit of height she has over me makes my question… a bit interesting.
> So does the nudity, but that often makes everything just a bit more interesting… <
I'm starting to realize that what I'm feeling for her is gradually patching up the cracks that they made back then. That the field of flowers in my soul has been showing me how much better off I am when I am just with her.
When I try to hold her feelings inside me and not just let it keep slipping out through the damage. Maybe someday my heart can even fit youthful optimism again, without using any negativity to strangle it.
Maybe it can even believe that a certain amount of impermanence in love is acceptable. Very unlikely, considering my plan going forward here, but…
