Last night when the touched me, my heartbeat was mild. I realized how natural his hands felt against my skin while the wind continued to squeal silence. Everything was in focus, I had control but two years back, I had wished for something entirely different.
On a cold evening of December when he first pulled me close, I could feel warmth spreading throughout my body. My hands trembled and my lips hardly spoke. From then on, I wanted it to remain that way. I wanted my surroundings to vanish when he was around, I wanted myself to crave his touch and for him to crave mine.
But at this moment in time when he touches me, I don't feel the galaxies collide. Now, his touch soothes me. It sets my internal chaos quiet. It fixes me and honestly, it's better than what I had hoped for.