Years ago, when we were broken-up, flirting with the idea of being together again, you kissed my ankle one desperately hot Texas night.
And that one innocent moment, held me for a long time, and still holds me today.
It hits me at random times. I can still see you kissing my ankle. And if I close my eyes really tight, I can almost feel it again. Even now.
I can still see you above me, the look in your eyes, holding my right leg up.
Tender.
Sacred.
Smiling.
Loving.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 