Dig

by L.A. Ferro

This man is going to wreck me. I feel it in my bones. It won't matter if I give him one night or ten. He’s the man you never get over. The one who, if you don’t marry him, will forever be in the back of your mind as the one that got away, your what if.

Resting my forehead against hers, I say, “I don't think you're ready for your last first kiss, pretty girl.” I place a chaste kiss on her forehead before I let her go.

No matter how fucked up things might get, she is mine. If our hearts are destined to be black, they will be black together.