I gave up the enjoyment of being chased and wooed.
Granting me his time and entrusting me his heart, he gifted me the ultimate caring experience. Was it real or my senses were manipulated, I will never know.
But I messed his bed with love and in lieu of hating him for making me genuinely care, I am about to get up, waltz into the kitchen, and tenderly kiss his bare back.
Surprisingly, he feels like home and hugging him feels safe but obscure.
If it doesn’t stir my spirit, my hope is—it’ll break my heart.
And then I’ll know.
Brilliant. Honest.
Love takes many forms, and this is one not too often seen. A different perspective on the subject. Unique and well done.
That third paragraph got me good.
A POV I would never consider. Well done!
Succinct and witty! Great job!