smooch, n.
It was one cold February night. My friends held a party n our house. We were there, so close together, your arms were clung around my neck, were dancing cheek to cheek, revolving slowly, and could hear your heart pounding.
"If you're not inlove with me, please, stop making me think you are." I whispered, falling into your steps. I know, I know, and I am scared as hell to love you. But here I am, loving you anyway, for such a long time.
"I think I now am." you uttered. Jeez! Aryt, I'm beat. I just want you to know that I love you still, with all my fucked up, piece of crap heart.
"I love you." finally I said. Again.
