Close to Me

Troubled souls also just need someone to love them sometimes. Someone to believe in them when they already feel so defeated.

He holds me with a desperation, almost as if he’s afraid to let me go, and when I lift my head, tilting it back so I can stare into his eyes, I find he’s already watching me.

“I just poured my heart out to you and that’s what you have to say to me?” He sounds incredulous.

“You don’t have a heart, remember?”

“Yeah, because you stole it.”

He’s dark and foreboding, like a stormy night.

Yet here I am. Drawn to the darkness when I should be seeking the light.

Love should be earned. And once earned, it should be considered precious. A gift. You give it away too freely, and it becomes meaningless.

That’s what I want, I think as I watch her and Jaden. I want a relationship like that, where they can joke and laugh and hug and sneak away so they can kiss for a while. They’re like friends, but better.

His eyes are so dark they look pitch black,

You’re something else, Callahan.”

big brown eyes

hair dark as coal falling over his forehead