Starry Eyes

For our one-month anniversary, he made me a picture map. It has all the milestones of our intersecting lives. Where we met. The night we played poker with his dad. Our first fight. Our first kiss. The homecoming debacle. The sequoia cathedral. The night we said I love you at the observatory.

A map of us

For our one-month anniversary, he made me a picture map. It has all the milestones of our intersecting lives. Where we met. The night we played poker with his

I miss his deep voice and his dark sense of humor. I miss his face and the feeling of security I have when he’s nearby. I miss the way he holds me, and the thrill of his fingers stroking down my back. I miss him so much, I feel physically ill

And sometimes, sometimes, you give up on your best friend, but he never gave up on you

“You’re the only person besides Joy who isn’t afraid to touch my hives.”

“They aren’t contagious. And if you think a few splotches on your skin are going to stop me from touching you with my magic healing hands after what we did last night, think again.”

It’s perfect. As though we’ve been doing this for years. As if he knows exactly how to make me shiver, and I know exactly how to make him groan. We’re brave explorers. The best explorers. Lewis and Clark. Ferdinand Magellan and Sir Francis Drake. Neil Armstrong and Sally Ride.

Zorie and Lennon.

“I’m going to accidentally kiss you now.”

“When I looked up at the stars, I saw us. You were the stars, and I was the dark sky behind you.”

I think we’ve always been together, even when we were apart,” he says, slipping his hand around mine

Without warning, his mouth is on mine. He kisses me roughly