“She loved him the way it feels when you get hot wax on the inside of your wrist and while its burning, just as sudden, it’s a cool thick skin. She loved him so much that it felt as if it had to be taken away from her at any moment, changed—how could something like that be allowed to exist on this earth?
He said he believed in that thing about everyone having another half out there, like a twin, that you were supposed to find and almost no one ever did. He knew I was afraid that somehow he would be taken away from me. I never said it but I knew he knew that was why I cried at night, sometimes, after we made the sheets so hot that they would stick to our skin like melted wax. You are all that I think about when I pull you into the vortex of our bodies. It wasn’t pain to make you feel for someone else, it was pain to make you stop feeling.”
Submitted by domelise.