He holds my hand gently.
"Don't let go" I whisper.
"I won't" he promises.
We jump.
T.
"Hey". A soft smile appears on a once sad face.
"Hi". A small hello after many goodbyes. Her head soon lands on my shoulder.
I shiver at the bittersweet feel.
A.
"I love you" he says, face serious.
"You sure"? I ask because he's so perfect and I'm so not.
"Always".
T.
Heartbroken, once.
In love. Whenever she's around. Why? Tell me how would you feel around complex perfection.
A.