I've Been Dirtier Than You Wanna Know

We were in an empty room. The walls were blank and there was no pressure from the outside. We were not close, but close enough to feel each other's body heat. He was incredibly, strangely warm. And he was so clean and proper, yet simultaneously disheveled and casual. There are people that you meet in this world that seem to glow with life when you speak to them, but none could compare to him. His illumination filled my world and for that moment, my heart's previous, superficial desires were quieted and all I wished to do was capture a single beam of his light. I wanted to hold it in my hand, touch it to my heart, and let it fill me as I had never been filled before. He knew my thoughts and took my hand. I resisted, for I did not know him anymore. He was beautiful and gentle, but he was a stranger to me. As I pulled back, he continued in his advances, never ceasing to reach out to me. I eventually gave in, and let my fingers become woven in between his. As we sat like this, holding hands, I felt as if I had caught some of the light that I craved. I shakily stroked his palm with my thumb and felt the familiar scar. We turned to look at each other and his eyes were large and sad. I looked at the box down at the box, which rested at our feet, and thought about the gift that lay inside of it. Once again, he knew my thoughts.

"I cut out my heart for you," he said.

I sat in silence, staring at the box.