Where We Melt Come closer. Not closer like lovers who still remember… — Pages Of My Diary — TG.ME

Where We Melt Come closer. Not closer like lovers who still remember where one body ends. Closer than that. Let your skin rest against mine until the space between us becomes an unnecessary thing something the night quietly takes away. I want to hold you like two candles placed too close to each other: one flame leaning into another, wax softening, edges disappearing until something warm runs down the same side and neither of us knows whose melting it is. Let your head find my chest. Let my hands find your waist as if they have forgotten the difference between holding and belonging. Hide your face against my neck. Leave your breath there. I want goosebumps to travel across your skin like little witnesses to everything we aren't saying. Let our legs tangle beneath the sheets until even sleep would have trouble separating us. I want your warmth to become indistinguishable from mine your breath arriving where mine just left, your heartbeat answering before mine has finished speaking. And if you kiss me, don't hurry. Let the kiss linger until it stops feeling like something we're doing and starts feeling like something happening to both of us. Tonight, I don't want your body beside mine. I want the borders between us to become so faint that when morning finally touches the room, we have to look at ourselves just to remember which one of us was supposed to be which...