She said yes to the first kiss when she wrapped her arms around them and pressed her lips forward. It stretched on, hungry and consuming, as if time itself could be swallowed.

One of my closest friends said to me recently, “Espero que sepas que la mayoría de la gente no te merece.”This reminder was an act of love and I love the way she loves me.

The stimulation of someone new so often steals the spotlight—
the anticipation, the rush, the pulse of possibility.

They played the role of hopeless romantic so well you almost believed they’d been born for it

The new social media trend says that I am as far away as you pushed me. But no. No. That erases the blood, the breath, the work— my work.

She said yes to the first kiss when she wrapped her arms around them and pressed her lips forward. It stretched on, hungry and consuming, as if time itself could be swallowed.

I can’t catch my breath. Still in my seat, yet my lungs labor as if I’ve been sprinting through shadows of desire.

She said yes to the first kiss when she wrapped her arms around them and pressed her lips forward. It stretched on, hungry and consuming, as if time itself could be swallowed.

This language of longing still feels younger than my years,