All I NEED

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

We kiss, gentle and quick. His attempts to make a quick getaway are swiftly interjected by my intuition, he slips out a quivering goodbye and already I'm there, in his arms holding him. With his head burrowed deep into the curve of my neck, and he breaks into a sob and all I can do is hold him, kiss him, feel him, love him. I understand the term a "broken heart", but from false knowledge I believed it to be a metaphor relating to the loss of one's significant other or a result of death. But never, had I felt so broken, so useless. My heart hurts, aches, and cries out to him, as he fists my shirt into his hands and his tears flood along my collar bone. I begin to lose myself, succumb to the dark aura that seems to have surrounded us, I feel my eyes begin to burn with the threat of oncoming tears, my throat clenches and restricts any sound besides the whimpers that curl their way out of my heart and into reality. His warmth is unreal and I don't even realize the bitter night of February that is draped around us, my bare arms trailed with gooseflesh and my socked feet frozen but I don't care. My heart is being ripped apart and all I can do is hold onto him. Hold onto the reason I ache so, the reason I sob here on my doorstep awaiting winters icy grasp to take hold and drag me under. I feel his breathing regulate and his tears come to a stop, I feel his cheek against my own, slick with fresh emotions. A few words escape him, shaky yet certain and filled to the brim with honesty. "I love you." And that's all I need.