On Sharing

by HelluvaGirl

I want to hold your warm hand and share my cold with you.

I want to share the intimate silence that lives between us, accompanied by a touch and the awakened new energy streaming up the veins.

I want to share with you the moment of timelessness filled with the sense of bliss after which you know you can die without a single regret because it is more than you’ve ever hoped to experience. 

I want to share an argument that ends with mutual giving in and a knowing smile, ’cause it’s just a verbal wrestling game as deep inside we have no discord.

I want to share stories the way I haven’t shared with anyone before.

I want to share the trust that we will never fade away.

I want to share a long glance that speaks volumes.

And a cigarette.

And a walk.

And a sunrise on a bridge.

And a rain through the window.

And the world melting away.

It is less than we have with them and it’s more than we deserve together.

 

 

 

 

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