I thought I…
…broke his heart today as I entered the room.
He receded into a ball, cradling himself while I walked past. And from the other side, I caught a glimpse of his desperate expression, his face twisted into harsh angles.
I went to him, then.
I pulled myself up. I stomped over tables. I punched children out of the way. I swam through his ocean of tears and tasted the salt on my lips with each gasping breath i took. We crashed. I enveloped him into my arms…
The tides retreated. He was whole again.
But I was dreaming.
With open eyes and desperate, trembling hands, I managed to find him outside of Wonderland. He smiled calmly, here.
“How are you?”
“In love,” I thought.
