Say You Swear

“You’re my only plans,”

“I want you to stay.”

And unpredictable.

Loss forces you to recognize who you can’t live without, who you refuse to lose. Loss makes you reckless, because loss? It sets you free

Loss makes people realize what they want. It lights a fire on a blind path and guides you through the flame, burning the uncertainties standing in your way as you go. It drives you to discover what you want because life is short. Too short

I’ve known that girl was worth the world since the moment I met her.” I

I hear you. Honest, I do, and I know you’re right, but if there’s ever a time for me to be selfish, this is it. Because despite what she or anyone else might think is right for me right now, there is no way in this fucked-up world we’re currently living in that I could go out on that field and do a damn thing while my reason for breathing is lying here.” I shake my head slightly. “My regret would come from leaving her, not from staying. I could never regret being where I am right now. This is where I belong. This is where I’m staying. Nothing changes that and nothing is more important.”

What if my baby is hurting, dying inside like me?

Slowly, and a little more each day?

Twice as hard each night?

What is she misses me, and all she wants is for my arms to wrap around her, for me to pull her in and tell it’s okay? That we’re okay, and that I love her with all I am and want her for all she is?

That right there is about enough to kill me.

The mere thought of being the reason behind her pain is too much for me.

I’m sick to my stomach, my muscles ache.

My head and my heart are at war, and I’m not sure either can win.

Because I did this.

I asked my girl to consider that maybe I’m not the one for her, knowing all the while, she is the only one for me.

I need my baby, and I can only fucking hope, she needs me just as much

Baby.” His hands frame my face, his palms shaking.

“I want you. Only you.”

His lips throb against mine, his eyes closing, only to open, satin blue piercing mine as he whispers, “Say you swear.”

My chuckle is more of a cry, and I smash my lips to his, my emotions whirling.

He kisses me back, the sweep of his tongue against mine serving as a promise.

An unspoken whisper from his heart to mine.

A whisper I’m ready to answer with one of my own.

“I swear.”

I’m in love with her, and if I’m right, which I hope to hell I am, she’s on her way to loving me right back.

If she could, I’d need nothing else.

Just her.

I love her.

I love everything about her.

I love the way her facial expressions transform with the words she sings, feeling all the emotions to every song. The way she dips her head and pinches her lips tight when she gets shy on me. I love that she is shy, even now, and I love how that, in a twist, she isn’t