"wyatt!" you screamed your voice soothing my ears as it echoed into the fog that slowly fell upon your apartment's terrace. this was the only time you stayed in the sun, during that early morning gloom.
you like how it covered and creeped it's way along your skin.
my hands found your hips as i pulled you from the ground, spinning you as you let your laugh ring clear through the soft silence.
"your eyes" you whispered " they are so, beautiful"
your words stole mine. the way you called me beautiful, it wasn't embrassing like most men played it out to be, it was actually breathtaking. because it was pure. no words were changed to fit the gender or person. everything you said could have applied to anyone.
you never had classifications.
you hated them and i grew to hate them with you, after a time.
as i put you down i let my fingers brush under the thin material of your shirt, tracing circles into your skin, i felt you quiver under my grasp before you held me tighter. inclining you head until you velet lips rested softly against mine.
do you remember that this enda?
wyatt
YOU ARE READING
unequivocal.
General Fictionnight and day our fears and dreams, different but equally as captivating. these our your letters you never got to read enda.
