'You make the most incredible sandwiches.' I wiped my fingers on a napkin, before reaching across him to snare myself some more of the crispest, tastiest fries I'd ever tasted. We'd positioned ourselves by the fire once more, this time adopting the position we'd shared last night. On our sides, facing one another.
But the distance between us had been minimizing, and all that stood between us was the exquisite feast we shared. I felt the shadow of anxiety behind every moment of intimacy we shared, either holding hands or having his arms around me. But I also grieved the loss of him when he moved away, and that made no sense at all. I felt discarded and unwanted and I tried with all I had, to fight those particular feelings, because they came on so strong. Whatever happened I didn't want to
