It’s hard to explain the attachment I get to days when we’re together.
When your hand keeps reaching for mine and my eyes keep meeting yours.
Sitting across from you at the restaurant.
The air feels colder now so you’ll kiss my skin to keep me warm.
Your hand on my thigh.
I’m holding back tears in your front seat because I love you so much, my heart breaks only because the day is over.
And I’ll have to wait to feel this close to you again.
Page artwork; Summer Evening by Edward Hopper
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