Not Quite the Plan
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
The feeling of faint fingertips
Fluttering down my spine,
Fluttering in the way my heart does when he looks at me,
A soft smile peeking at the corners of his mouth.
Fluttering in the way my eyes do as I awaken from my slumber with the gentle kisses he trails across my forehead.
Fluttering in the way a bird’s wings do as it flies off
With the freedom to live,
The freedom to love,
And the freedom of a fearless future.
