Creased sheets,lip stick stained coffee mugs and the lingering smell of cigarettes always reminded her of those nights. Simple, effortless nights, that only the moon and stars got to witness.
The way the specks of green in his eyes lit up when he was about to kiss her. Tightening his grip as he pulled her closer, like he had no intention of letting her go.
The incessant way his heart beat against the walls of his chest as she lay there. Wondering. Dreaming. Analysing. She was never good at living in these moments when they came, you could blame it on her inability to believe that good things last.
Or How when the sun rose and the birds chirped he’d kiss her. Softly, as not to wake her and leave without saying a word. He was unpredictable like that and she never knew if he’d come back.
“No expectations. No dissapointments.” She would remind herself. Because we all know there is no point getting attached, especially to those who are not comfortable being anyone’s anything
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