I Feel

I feel like my life right now is like something out of a novel. A movie. Tv series. Anything that has sweet boys you inevitably fall for in it. Because you're here—you're always here since ever. It's funny how we happened. I'd touch your hand with mine that's so much smaller than yours and then you'd intertwine our fingers and laugh at how easy it is to trap my body in your arms. I'd just laugh along, because yes, it's too easy to trap me in you. You'd say my name again and again every time silence conquers what little space we have in your room and after the fifteenth time you'd laugh at yourself, saying "How many times now have I said your name?" I'd just shrug and you'd hold me so much tighter—I'd think I'll break. I won't though. You don't break me—you have soft hands that tend to create thing. You'd heal me. Make something new, something healthier, better, out of my shattered pieces.