It was late- past midnight. We were walking peacefully, raindrop was falling as our pace quickens. A soft chuckle left your lips. I long for that deep, raspy voice to fill the void. Whispers were exchanged. Our heads were high above the clouds and we didn’t want to come down. An unexpected night filled with dumb conversations and full of what-ifs. I felt secure within your arms. As if every touch you’ve given is clarity.

You're a troubled guy. Still, i set sail. You are, as a matter of fact; my sanctuary.

xo,