I’ll never get tired of this. Never get tired of tasting her excitement, her happiness. Never get tired of the warmth that rushes through me when she kisses me like I’m the air she needs to breathe. Never get tired of the feeling in my chest, the way it pulls taut, like there isn’t an ounce of space left inside me, because when she’s in my arms, I feel full. I have everything I’ve ever wanted, even if I’ve pretended I didn’t, and for once in my life, I feel like I’m
