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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And she couldn’t help reminiscing about that night when they were outside on the deserted unpaved street a few feet away from the car. It was cold that night, she remembered how her nipples hardened when she stepped out the car when the wintry breeze hit her from nowhere, sending shivers down her spine. He put his arms around her and suddenly she became invincible against the cold - against anything really. She remembered the way he aggressively pulled her close to him, while they kissed passionately, their fingers intertwined. She could feel electric signals going through her body travelling from one neuron to the next, the fluttering of the butterflies in her stomach echoed louder than before, and her grip on him tightened innately.  She had fallen.  So she ran. As fast as she could, as far as her feet could carry her, leaving him there.  Alone.  She knew that this was the real world and people like him don’t stay in your life forever. She wasn’t Cinderella and this was not a fairy-tale. Out of breath, wiping the mascara from her eyes, she stood alone in darkness now, hoping he would never find her. The trees swayed in time from left to right, she envied their synchronisation as if one wouldn’t sway if the other didn’t - a unity of sorts.  Something she couldn’t bear to experience because life had taught her nothing could ever be yours completely and once lost can never be regained.  Written By Me

I miss him, his smile, his laugh, the way he made me feel I miss it all. When he was around I felt like I could conquer the world with one hand as long as he was holding the other. It sucks how things and feelings just go away, wish i could just entrap them in a bottle and keep them forever.