“I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.”
“I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
-Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster
After we talked I closed my eyes, let my hands and nerve-ends drop, just like you told me to do. I stopped breathing for three seconds, listened to the silence inside the illusion of the world and thought about how suprisingly at ease I was about leaving and how good it’s going to feel. My world is suddenly rich with possibility.