From the beginning, I already knew I needed something different from you. More than just your body. More than just a one-time casual fuck. More. Something that started slow. Simmered. A comfort. A place to lay my head. A smile to wake up to. I wanted to know as much as you would let me. I needed to memorize everything about you. Piece by precious piece. I craved your laughter. Your secrets. Your darkness and your light. I wanted my soul completely fucking entangled with yours. I needed to be your peace. Your good thing. Your dark thing. Our bodies were already familiar. It wouldn't be like meeting you, but like coming home. Our lips not just touching, but breathing life back into the other. I never just wanted to fuck your body. I wanted to fuck your soul.
~herreconciled-heart