I want to be lovelier. Lighter. I want to hold her until she has to go home. I want her to be sleepy...

I want to be lovelier. Lighter. I want to hold her until she has to go home. I want her to be sleepy and rest her head on my shoulders, or my chest, or just be able to rest near me. I want to explore her mind. I want to know more about what made her the way she is today; and I love the way that she is. Whenever I think of her, I become nostalgic for memories that I have not yet experienced. I want her to believe that my hands can heal the wounds that she feels that are still as sore as the day that they scarred her forever. I want her to love me. I want her to not be afraid anymore. I want us both to be brave. I know we can be. I know that we are. We are young. We still have time to search each others skin. I just want to push the miles aside and wrap my body around hers. Nothing would feel as lovely, or as light, than being attached to her hip, in this very opening moment.