The Direction of Sheets That Kissed His Skin.

I found the break in belief upon the study of honesty... I knew the subject of smiles and that the left sided curl of a lip decided the direction of my kiss... He was... untouchable, yet I adored the feel of him, and I sat behind mirrors for months pretending to be Alice as my skirts raced dangerously close to tomorrow, the decoration of my thighs touching... ground. “This is perfection, you know,” I whispered as the sun fell, and the blankets that covered him danced silently over his skin as I watched night fall across the shadows of his face, and I touched... his smile... with desperate lips as I tasted happiness and the delicious idea of me. I curled up for a moment and thought, pondered, I decided I'd watch the direction of his breath as my vision faded, he slipped his fingers through my hair and I split time in half as my legs untangled, and we were... everything... uncountable, the months that forgot themselves, the nights I lost myself in his dreams, and if that wasn't beautiful then reflections were liars and I slapped dishonesty straight in the jaw... before I told him how much I needed him... before he watched the patterns of my breathing without understanding... I exhaled for him.. without knowing I loved the way summer sheets touched his skin right before I held him... right before I knew that forever is untouchable and existence is created with the smile that settled on his lips after we kissed.