Music: Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance
How do I make you understand the gravity of the situation?
That every waking moment I spend with you gets engraved into my memory but I am forced to forget about them? That I love falling asleep to the sound of your heart beating but I'm supposed to forget its rhythm.
How do I tell you that I love the way you talk in hushed whispers, telling me about the places you've been to, like unraveling an adventure, feeling so privileged to listen to your stories through the echo of your voice in your chest.
That I like setting my toothbrush down on the other side of the sink, across from yours because it feels somewhat real when I see it like that. That Eskimo kisses are the best.
How do I tell you I want that piece of me you've got a hold on back?
