All of it still lives inside me. He still lives inside of me. His promises are embedded in my skin. His fingerprints are etched into my bones, his words an ancient spell that awakens parts of me I’ve hidden from everyone, even myself. They ache for him, yearning for his soothing touch and loving whispers, for hope inspired by the earnestness in his eyes when he does things like ask me to let him try to fix us.
