When He Tells You You’re Beautiful
Picture him coming up behind you, gliding his arms under yours and around your “could be thinner” waist.
Picture him coming up behind you, gliding his arms under yours and around your “could be thinner” waist.
I wanted to know what was going through your mind when you pulled me in close, buried your face into my neck, and inhaled in as deeply as you could. I wanted to know because when I do the same, it’s as though no lungs could ever have enough capacity to draw in all of you that I want.