Rootbound

by Tarah DeWitt

After all of that, when the wound is this big, it's no wonder a complete amputation is what many recommend.

That smile is a complete panty melter.

It’s been so long since someone besides myself participated in my orgasm. I sigh, suddenly very aware of everything he’s doing. I remove my shoes and feel my eyebrows come together on their own accord as he brings the goods in front of me. The food, too.

I’m failing to reconcile this man, who looks like Avenger-lumberjack, but says things like ‘nefarious’, ‘takes umbrage’ with me, and who can read this situation pretty clearly even as an outsider.

Hoooooboy, I’ve got the hots for a farmer. Farmer? Cowboy?

Her presence is a laser pointer, I am the cat. As much as I’d love to curl up in the sun for a nap, I can’t seem to resist her pull.

Also, how do I keep you? Is it way too soon to feel like this? I think you’re my soulmate and I don’t think I ever thought that was a real thing before I met you. You’ve turned my thoughts into an endless stream of cheesy romcom lines that are somehow applicable and understandable now. You had me at hello.

All love, at some point, is always going to be devastating, isn’t it? We all just choose to be brave, to go after what we want, who we want… even if it means potentially losing a piece of ourselves. Even when it means being intensely vulnerable.