Gabrielle Morbitzer

You’ll smell my hair more when my head isn’t resting next to yours. Your sheets will carry me softly first and then it will grow stronger until you cannot know for sure if I am there or not.

It’s the way things don’t end. It’s every time you tried to end it. It’s the ellipses at the end of the final sentence.

I love you for a lot of reasons but I love you the most because of how insecure you are, because you don’t see all the good stuff that’s inside of you.