It’s her. Eyes bright against her dirt-smeared face. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a loose braid. I want to run my thumb over her bottom lip and tell her she makes my chest ache when she looks at me so tenderly. I want to tell her that the nights I laid beside her were the only ones I slept peacefully in fucking years. I want to tell her that I fucking missed her.
THEN TELL HER
