Lovebox is a collection of writings based on a summer love of mine.

I met him five years ago, and the shorts are little snippets of my memories with him. They're not in any type of order. Maybe one day when I'm brave enough I'll write everything out-- but for now, this is enough.

lovebox: scars

You smell like fresh laundry. I can feel the buttons of your school uniform against my back as you wrap your arms around me from behind. Even though the lights are off, moonlight streams in from the kitchen window and casts shadows across your cheekbones. 

We're standing almost motionless, except for the rapid beating of our hearts and your breath stirring my hair.

In the mirror you look so much taller than me, but even then, it's as if my spine aligns perfectly beside your ribs because it's like we're seemed together. 

We look as if we're made for each other. You and I don't have to say it, but I know it's what you're thinking.

"Want to see my scars?" I ask, and without even waiting for your response I lift the bottom of my shirt to reveal the three angry red marks that streak across my stomach. I don't know what kind of compulsion made me do this, maybe I wanted to see your reaction, maybe I wanted you to see that although we fit so perfectly together, I am not perfect.

You release me, and I think it's from disgust--but then suddenly you're dropped to your knees.

"Here?" You murmur, and I nod, as your fingers trace the mark right above my belly button. I don't want to look into the mirror because I don't want to see the look on your face.

"Yeah, it's why I can't get my belly button pierced--" I begin to say, but I feel your lips against it and I cannot speak, can barely breathe--

You kiss my scars, and I feel healed. 

Either this is my way of moving on, or holding on, I'm not to sure.