Dig

by L.A. Ferro

Resting my forehead against hers, I say, “I don't think you're ready for your last first kiss, pretty girl.”

“I know this because I’m just as fucking scared. I feel it, Aria. It’s all or nothing with us, baby, and I can feel you falling. Let me catch you.”

“Look at me, Aria, and I mean really look at me. Hear my words. I’m not the one that broke you. I’m not someone you need to fear. I’m just a man who wants to be a part of your world.”

“We all have a weakness, pretty girl. None of us are untouched by grief, pain, or loss. At the end of the day, some of ours are easier to identify than others. But I promise you are not alone. We have each other. You've uncovered all the better parts of me that I thought I'd lost. And I promise to help pull you back when it gets dark.”

“I wouldn’t be saying it out of obligation. I would be saying it because it’s the only word that fits how I’ve felt about you since the first night we met. I’ve never been in love, Holden, but I can’t imagine it’s not this. You’re all I think about. You’re the last thought I have before I fall asleep and the first one I have when I wake, along with every other thought after that, but it fucking terrifies me.”

Just promise you won’t stop fighting for me. I need you to dig. When I’m not the man I was yesterday, dig. DIG

until you uncover the better parts of me, the parts that belong to you.”

“You want it to hurt, baby. I can give you pain. I’ll give you all the pain I’ve lived with every day since you walked out of my life.”