Literature
Brimmy: You're All I Need
My favorite nights were probably the night I spent with him, counting kisses under the stars. Those nights we would sneak out to the balcony and just simply lay there, not muttering a word. There was really no need for talking; all we needed was each other. All I ever needed was his long, tattooed arms wrapped around me, or his callused fingers running up and down my face.
Us together was crazy, some days we'd laugh and some days we'd cry. Some days we'd talk about a million different things and laugh.
Others we would just sit there and cry about our pasts.
We were equal, together as one. He pulled me like a magnet to him the first time I