Maya's pov
I lay on top of Noah's chest to catch my breath. Both of our chests our moving up and down in our postcoital bliss. It doesn't feel as foreign as I believed it would. I was desperately missing being intimate with him.
I slided next to him on the bed and he wrapped his hands around me and he slept. I couldn't really sleep so I got up changed into my clothes and as Noah was going tomorrow so I wanted to write a really special letter for him.
I think about reinventing myself a lot
Like I can't stick to one thing long enough.
I do everything a lot.
I talk a lot.
I move a lot.
I swear a lot.
I read a lot.
And maybe I love a lot.
You know when was the first time I realized that I felt for you a little more than you do, it was my birthday.
When Steve left me and I was tot
