𝑴 𝑨 𝑹 𝑮 𝑨 𝑬 𝑹 𝒀

my mother and father held hands. i wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. i bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you're 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 . only mine . I need you . I want you . I'll take you for my own .

i beg you， eat me up. want me down to the marrow.

you no longer gravitate around the earth; you gravitate around him instead. your body measures time by the number of heartbeats since you last saw him. your limbs arrange themselves purely in relation to the position of his body.