do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
The snow was glistening, we drove for 2 hours to an abandoned house you’d seen. We got to the house late, around 11 pm. Gathering our sleeping bags, comforters, pillows, and clothes, we began the long trot through four and a half feet of snow. When we finally got inside, we realized just how cold it was in a house without heat, and just how heavenly utilities were. We made our pallets on the ground in a room we called “mommy and daddy’s room”, the biggest room, and the side rooms were where the kids and the dogs would sleep. We curled up, closer than we’ve ever been, close enough for me to feel your heartbeat. In a dark, cold, empty room was the first time. The first time I’ve ever been so close to anyone, the first time I’ve ever even seen myself being with anyone forever. The first time I’ve ever loved anyone with so much of myself. On our fourth date, I fell in love with you.