I REMEMBER FALLING into my husband and wishing he'd never find the end of me. I remember using my softest touch, my roughest words. My beating heart in the palm of my hand, emptying my soul to make room for him.
He always knew.
He always saw when I did. When I was there.
He would gather me close and kiss me the way I liked. Long and slow.
The kind of kisses that outlast eternity.
I remember stretching myself as wide as I could go, from one galaxy to the next. A universe of longing and desire. The absence of oxygen. Time. Awareness.
The world would fold into itself until it was the size of the bed. Reality would shrink until it was only us.
Me.
Jerrison.
