Dig

by L.A. Ferro

“Hey, pretty girl,”

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

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.”

“Because I needed you to miss me so that when I came back, that pretty heart would know it's mine.”

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.”

“Look around, Aria. This entire fucking house is a shrine to you. This is the spot where we had our first date, the first time I ever held you in my arms, the spot where I kissed you for the first time and told you that you were mine. When I pulled you into the water that night, you told me you didn’t like water you couldn’t see in. This dock is so that you could be on the water and not in it. It’s always been you, pretty girl. It will only ever be you.”