It was no fairytale. But it was still mine. We made bridges through holes in my heart and connected dots in hope to make a line.
I was naked in his palm, with my tears running along the lines of his hands. He was breathing heavy like the pain in my teardrop could somehow seep down through his skin. I guess it did, for that night we broke down into eachothers arms and there it was, love like no fairytale.