I love his hands as I hold them in mine before he touches me.
My heart follows his finger tips as they trace my skin.
He is rewriting my history with his hands.
Easing the past without speaking.
Adding his own words to the new story that is me.
Now his fingers graze new skin like it has never been touched by anyone else before.
Everything can be undone and made perfect again.
I let him make it up as he goes like he does with his writing.
Letting him break me up in the most delicate ways to build me back up.
Like his hand my cheek right now.
He replaces terrible memories with his hand.
Kissing away what came before.
There is no before him while he makes up our future.
I can only feel him in our story that we are writing together.
About the Creator
Rabbit
I see the world a little differently than most. Even at a young age I was writing down what I saw but never sharing it with a soul until now. I'm choosing love over fear.
Where the Sidewalk Ends (the story) - Part 2
Note: This is part two, please click on the link below if you would like to read the first part. Thank you! Bowden leans back on the rickety stool he’s been sitting on for the past hour and stretches his cramped muscles. This part of his daily routine was his least favourite.
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