and every time I do this with her, at one point or another — I’m being genuine — I wonder why I do it with anyone else. She’s it. This is it. This is what it’s about. Everything boils down to me and her and just figuring the fuck out how to be together. We can figure this out. It might be a mess, we’ll do it though. Have to. Can’t not have her again. I kiss down her neck. She bites my ear, gets me every time — buries her face in my neck — also gets me every time but different. I’ll never let anyone else touch her again.
