blogginghaley reblogged
Anonymous asked:
can you describe how Fitz feels about Simmons without using the word love??
- This is how it is when we are eighteen: it is the striking of a match. It is hi-hello-good-to-meet-you. It is the smell of chemicals on our clothes and furtiveglances through protective goggles. It is cold pizza at midnight and youfalling asleep on my dorm floor. Me shaking from the caffeine or from yourweight on my leg or from both. Me with my eyes like glass as we burst through theentrance door to our brand new future, looking at you and thinking that I’mhome at last.
- This is how it is when we are twenty-eight: it is settingmyself on fire. It is a plane that flies too high and a box that sinks too low.It is a “we” that dissolves amidst crashing waves that swallow us whole. Knowingthat you are the gasoline and our proximity is the spark. Knowing that while myhead shies away, my traitorous heart wants to soak itself with you and leapinto the flames where you and I shall live, burned to ashes but burnedtogether.
- This is how it is when we are eighty: it is the lowburning of bonfire long after dusk. It is a kiss that is not zealous but itlingers. It is two shaky hands trying to steady one another with a papery brushand a grasp that’s warm. It is seeing you in a little girl bouncing on my kneesand asking me to tell stories, seeing you falling asleep on my leg in a home weboth built, your silver hair curling around my fingertips. You loop your armaround mine, and we nudge the exit door open. White light falls on yourwrinkles, and as I lean against your forehead I whisper my last “I’m home.”
