’til next weekend

stack of love wooden blocks
Photo by Ylanite Koppens on

“Get up. Let’s dance,” you said.

As I molded my body to yours, we swayed back and forth, even with no music in the background. Just our conversation and soft laughter. I press myself against your chest and listen closely to your heartbeat.

It’s getting late, and we don’t want to go home. You said you’d miss me, and I know I’d miss you, too.

Later on tonight, when you drop me off at my house, we’ll kiss three times before I exit the car. I’ll wave goodbye as you smile.

’til next weekend, my love.

Ela is a twentysomething who is constantly getting stuck in self-destructive behavior and bouts of low self-esteem. She struggles with depression and writes to relieve herself of her feelings. Sometimes she even blogs about other things like makeup and positivity. One of her pieces was published in the Inquirer Young Blood in October 2017. She likes cats, dogs, and sometimes even people.


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