Stratosphere I

“I remember
flying in your
stratosphere,
riding the high
that was you.”

I remember flying in your stratosphere, riding the high that was you. Your eyes. Everything about you screamed to me, “He’s too good for you,” or, “How could I ever be enough?” But the worst was, “I’ll ruin him.”

Though I wasn’t sure why those thoughts hit me in those perfect moments we shared, but they were there, lurking beneath the surface of my eyes.

Could you see it? Could you tell how much I feared I would hurt you?

Read part two here.

© Sarah Doughty