“ With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . . ”
The longer I lived, the longer it would be until I saw him alive again, until I could taste his new lips and run my fingers through his new hair. We could be young and beautiful again . . .
~ Chelsie Shakespeare
He would reach for me in the middle of the night, nearly every single night, wrapping one of those solid arms around my waist and pulling me in close. So. Close.
I melted into the dream as if I had always been there. I knew where I had come from, I knew where I was going.
He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again.
