Fingertips
Moors, Marie
I had tamed my heart whenever you weren't around, told myself stories about how we were perfect as friends and anything more was going to ruin what we shared. Our companionship was special. We were close, perhaps closer than friends should be and yet I could never really cross the line.
But when you were around I had no control over my heart. It beat fondly to the melody of your words. When you weren't in my presence I tried to convince myself...