He grabbed me by the waist and spun me towards him with an urgency I could feel in his kiss. My heartbeat picked up its pace to coincide with his. The blood in my veins seemed to burn. No one has ever made me feel so lost and found all at once.
Minutes pass but in the moment it feels like forever. The wind, cold and gentle, brushes against my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. His arms feel like fire around me. No one has ever made me feel so vulnerable yet protected like he does.
We both stop. Breathe. Seconds pass. The air between our lips is taut, like sinewy rope pulled till the tension nearly breaks it. He whispers in my ear words that hit my heart with a clamor and a ring, cracking the thin armour wrapped around the soft flesh and veins.
A sobering silence fills the space around me as we walk closer and closer to the car. The gritty dirt beneath our feet crackle under the weight of each step we take. I feel my body ache, stuck between happiness and sorrow. With my hand in his, we swing our arms in time like new lovers on a cool spring night. The weight of a thousand possibilities and nine hundred and ninety-nine possible failures swirls into a pool of bittersweet emotions.
Between him and I, is this hello or is it goodbye?
Minutes pass but in the moment it feels like forever. The wind, cold and gentle, brushes against my skin and sends a shiver down my spine. His arms feel like fire around me. No one has ever made me feel so vulnerable yet protected like he does.
We both stop. Breathe. Seconds pass. The air between our lips is taut, like sinewy rope pulled till the tension nearly breaks it. He whispers in my ear words that hit my heart with a clamor and a ring, cracking the thin armour wrapped around the soft flesh and veins.
A sobering silence fills the space around me as we walk closer and closer to the car. The gritty dirt beneath our feet crackle under the weight of each step we take. I feel my body ache, stuck between happiness and sorrow. With my hand in his, we swing our arms in time like new lovers on a cool spring night. The weight of a thousand possibilities and nine hundred and ninety-nine possible failures swirls into a pool of bittersweet emotions.
Between him and I, is this hello or is it goodbye?
By Jenny Zheng