”You’ve been on my mine so long, I can’t deal with it.”

Fall of 1999

Watching films in Eric basement wasn’t enough to satisfy you that night. All you wanted was him. You finally kissed him, initiating the first move. Only for him to make the next.

Your bodies connected together like two puzzle pieces. He was so gentle but rough on the edges. With your limbs tangles, your lips met every second in that moment.

You pulled away and played with his shirt. Lifting it up caused him to immediately pull his shirt back down and sit up. “what’s wrong?” you asked softly

You tilted his head to look at you “talk to me” you said softly. You saw him place his hand over his chest. As if there was something about his body he didn’t want you to see. But you loved him so much you didn’t care

“Eric, what’s wrong…” you said softly and gently took his hand.