Page 137 of Micah
Only us.
Every insecurity I've ever carried.
Every cruel word I've ever repeated to myself while staring into a mirror.
Every moment I've wondered if I was too much or not enough.
Micah somehow silences all of it without saying a word.
The way he looks at me...
The way he touches me...
The way he seems utterly captivated by every inch of me...
It makes me feel beautiful in a way I didn't know was possible.
Not beautiful because I changed myself.
Beautiful because I'm simply me.
My fingers disappear into his hair as I cling to him, needing something solid to anchor me because everything else feels like it's floating away.
He makes me feel treasured.
Desired.
Cherished.
Like I'm the only woman in the world.
Tears sting unexpectedly behind my closed eyes.
Not because I'm sad.
Because I'm overwhelmed.
Because I don't know if anyone has ever loved me with this much intention before.
Not just wanting my body.
Wanting me.
The whole complicated, curvy, stubborn, hopeful mess of me.
I never knew love could feel this consuming.
This safe.
This overwhelming.
This right.
And somewhere through the haze of emotion, one thought rises above all the others.
I don't think I'm falling for Micah anymore.
I think I already have.
