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Ella Fields
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November 11 - November 11, 2021
We more than meant a lot to each other. We were the breeze that ruffled the dandelions. The sun that scorched our skin red until we searched for reprieve under our favorite willow tree. And underneath the stretch of dark skies, we were each other’s stars. I was beginning to think I was an idiot for hoping those things would fade.
“But I don’t want another life. I want this one. With you.”
“Is this really happening?” Staring at me, his eyes full of wonder, he said, “I can’t stop. I can’t do this anymore. It’s you and me. It was always meant to be you and me, and I’m done trying to fight it.”
“You smell and taste like my heart,” he whispered to the underside of my chin, pressing lazy kisses. “And you feel like fucking heaven.”
I took his weight like a hard-earned medal. Soaking in the feeling of holding something that belonged to me with a desperation that had my hands shaking as they slid into his damp hair. “Just you,” he whispered.
There really were no winners when it came to games of the heart. Unless you count your miseries as victories.