Timing is everything
He told me that he wished he knew me earlier, before his heart was broken so many times that it became hard for him to love again.
While he was holding me one night, he looked into my eyes with such admiration, mixed with what seemed to be a tinge of yearning. As he delicately tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, he told me that he was envious that I was "still soft". He had complimented the smoothness of my skin many times, but I could tell that's not what he meant in this moment. I knew that he was talking about my soul, or something like my availability to love freely.
It almost looked as if he felt a little guilty when he said it too, as if already knowing that he was reaping the benefits of what he couldn't reciprocate.
I didn't ask him any questions for clarification. I just leaned into him, letting him feel the weight of me. Holding him tightly back, as hard as he held me.
While he was holding me one night, he looked into my eyes with such admiration, mixed with what seemed to be a tinge of yearning. As he delicately tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, he told me that he was envious that I was "still soft". He had complimented the smoothness of my skin many times, but I could tell that's not what he meant in this moment. I knew that he was talking about my soul, or something like my availability to love freely.
It almost looked as if he felt a little guilty when he said it too, as if already knowing that he was reaping the benefits of what he couldn't reciprocate.
I didn't ask him any questions for clarification. I just leaned into him, letting him feel the weight of me. Holding him tightly back, as hard as he held me.