Feminism, or the lack thereof.

Your warmth envelops me.

Even when you left last summer,

 my hair was still damp from months before.

A humidity crept its way into every moment of my life.

I felt you in the torn edges of old letters,

saw you in the face of complete strangers.

I felt your laugh as I laid beneath the sky, appreciating the beauty, your old soul,

 taught me to see.

A biting wind traced my heart.

Your empty presence created a distance between any boy,

"I am so sorry."

These ears, these fingertips, this touch, this laugh,

every kiss,

belongs

to him.

Eventually, the wind soothed the rough edges,

a bitter hurt eroded into growth.

And suddenly, you were there.

Here.

You came back. You said you would.

And I,

I did what any respectable TaylorSwiftZooeyDeschanelEmmaWatsonFeminist would look down upon;

because as desperately as i tried,

you weren't just another picture to burn, and let's be a little bit honest here,

we will, most likely,  always, always, always, always,

get back together.

Because, to put it simply darling,

i adore you. and i don't ever want to lose you.

Your wisdom calming, your voice assuring, your touch breathtaking,  blending every day into one.

Your warmth envelops me.