Pinky Promises by Annyka Dela Cruz

So this is what longing feels like –
the frequent thoughts which resurface from the vague memories of what happened, the shaking of fingers while they try to find the devoted hands which took them home, the recurring feeling of wanting to feel the lips which have showered mine with commanding kisses, the you, the me, the us, the dark, the softest of goodbyes, the fact that we will be the ones who will be able to remember, the impelling idea of the two of us being the only ones who know, the pinky promise of never telling.