back in.

sorry that this post is a bit belated, but he and i are back together. i dont feel like explaining it here, or anywhere online. i'm not sure i'd explain it right now anyway. i'm not far enough away for the perspective or understanding that it would take to effectively communicate everything i went through for those three weeks or everything that was said in that late evening when he offered the bracelet back and i cried and pushed him away, and cried and finally took it and tied a shoestring back on his wrist. it's a bit of an open wound at the moment. quite tender, and not ready for the eyes, ears, and judgment of others. this part of me is raw, and held close to my chest; protected from an acidic world.

i love him more than i could begin to tell.
i miss that heavy, comforting feeling of his presence;
like standing beside the ocean with your eyes closed.
like feeling dwarfed by the ground you stand upon.