I try to burn this into my soul: the salt-sweet taste of his skin, how his fingers curl around mine, the impossible tenderness in the space between his heartbeat and mine. If I’m going to lose this again, if I’m destined to watch it all unravel, then I’ll take this with me. Every cell, every nerve ending, every fragment of my soul will remember. If time is a loop, let tonight be the axis it turns on.
