Just M.

I don’t know how to describe what it’s like to kiss him. He kisses me so soft, so gentle like he wants to cherish every single second of me. He’ll pause and look right in my eyes like I’m the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. He’ll wrap his arms around me and caress my…

Benign.

Sometimes I’ll trick myself into thinking I’m doing better. Sometimes I’ll be naive to believe I’m normal and thriving but I forget I’m merely in remission. The grief will cross its legs and sit benign inside my veins, coiling itself softly around my organs. It’ll sleep in the corners of my mind, waking up when…