“ He made me feel unhinged . . . like he could take me apart and put me back together again and again. ”
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
With that, I took a deep breath and leapt; spreading my arms, pretending I could fly . . .
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.