i watched him sleep. he was tucked up next to me, positioned in such a way that only he could pull off. his hair was curled beautifully around his sharp face and all i could do was wish to touch the boy i fell in love with. i wanted to reach out, just to feel him breathe under my palm and have his soft skin caress my unworthy fingers.

but yet all i can recall after that is the wonder as to how he could do that, and why i would ever trust anyone with my heart. they argue that it was a mistake, yet if a mistake goes unpunished how will anyone learn?

my silver box will stay locked until someone is brave enough to build a key.