The Two of Us

by Taylor Torres

I’m a landing pad for men who do the bare minimum.

Being touched by someone can feel meaningless until you’re touched by the right person.

Con amor para siempre.

This always happens. I get myself pumped up to hang around a ton of kids, and then once I do, I crave nothing more than to be back home in my bed curled up with a book

Socializing is fun in theory, but most of the time it just feels exhausting.

Something blooms inside of me and I want to water it every day and let it grow because it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever felt.

after what happened between you two that night, he stayed.”

losing a mother at such a young age… does a number on someone.

“Be kind. Be funny. Be interesting. That is where you will find your power.”

No matter how much you love someone, you can’t save them from drowning. They have to love themselves enough to learn how to swim.”

It’s addictive—feeling seen. Feeling wanted.

“I don’t want you to thank me for showing up for you. I want you to expect it from me. Because I’m confident enough to know that I’ll follow through every single time. In whatever way you need me, I’ll follow through.” Then he says, “Rest. I’ve got you.”

“If I lost you? If I fucking lost you, Mara?” His voice cracks. “I wouldn’t survive it. I just got you back.”

“You are not and never will be a plaything to me.” “Then what am I?” “Everything. You’re everything to me.”

“It’s that simple?” “It can be.”

“Healing isn’t linear, Mara,” Mitsu says. “Some days it’s five steps forward and other days it’s seven steps back. There’s no finish line. The goal is just to keep stepping.”

“Promise me that no matter what, it’ll always be the two of us.”

There’s nothing like it, being in the arms of the one you’re meant for.