"Maybe we should stop talking then." I lean in to kiss him again, trying to
put everything I can't say into it. Because there just aren't words and
every time I try to find them they just... fall apart. I can build a Tesla
grenade from the remains of a toaster, but I can't tell my boyfriend
exactly how he makes me feel without falling into a pile of goo. And I know
my goo.
But none of it matters now because maybe we don't need words tonight. Maybe
the warmth spreading through my body and the tickle of his skin so close
mine is what we both need to day what we are obviously so bad at saying.
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Date: 2014-11-23 12:18 am (UTC)"Maybe we should stop talking then." I lean in to kiss him again, trying to put everything I can't say into it. Because there just aren't words and every time I try to find them they just... fall apart. I can build a Tesla grenade from the remains of a toaster, but I can't tell my boyfriend exactly how he makes me feel without falling into a pile of goo. And I know my goo.
But none of it matters now because maybe we don't need words tonight. Maybe the warmth spreading through my body and the tickle of his skin so close mine is what we both need to day what we are obviously so bad at saying.