I want to come home to you and taste the waiting on your lips. I want the roses in my hand to fall on the floor because of the impact of your embrace. I want my nails etched into the trench of your back as you bury your head into my collarbone, while your lips unintentionally press against my neck. I want to feel the beating of your heart as it brings me to my knees. I want to taste the desire seeping through your skin and hear the distress exhaled of your lungs. I want your sigh of relief and I want you endlessly.
I want every inch of you as you’ve already taken me.
I don’t think there’s anything sadder than when two people are meant to be together and something intervenes.
But really, right now I can not imagine being in a relationship. Having a boyfriend/girlfriend in your early twenties is like a death sentence to me. Sure, it must be really awesome to go through life with someone you care about, but there are just some things that we at this age need to experience alone. Just ourselves. I’m learning this. I’m far from being ready for someone to know me. I don’t know me yet.