I am fine on my own, honestly.
I also know that there will be a time in the future, where I feel the heat of the campfire on my skin on one side, the coldness of the night on the other, when time stands still, and the world becomes quiet, only the sound of burning embers flying freely to the air can be heard, and I smell the scent of fragrant pine wood burning all around me. I touch the warmth of your hand on mine as our souls would connect, and I feel the softness of your lips and taste the sweetness of your tongue as I kiss you slowly. In that moment, I will realize, ‘fine’ is no longer good enough.