alex/henry; love

[21st_sacrament]

i love you

it's warm breath washing over the lobe of your ear. long arms wrap around you with more strength than can be seen, large hands clasp, press against the small of his back.

i love you

you keeps your eyes closed shut, remember the last time someone loved you. showed you in hugs, games of tag at the playground, mud in your hair and drool on your arm with the television screen flashing in the darkened living room.

i love you

paper cuts and stubbed toes and scrapped knees, you remember each and every one. you remember the smiles and the pouts and the tears hidden behind small balled hands. the adventures with army men and mowing through book reports.

i love you

in the muggy summer night the chill of the lake water had crept up your arm. your hands searched through water for hours, finding nothing while reality sunk in through your skull, like your brother's body sank through the water.

you aren't fit to be loved.

i love you

in a too warm embrace with your tongue tasting of tea and honey, you don't know -

if you'll ever deserve that love.