Strawberry Flavoured

23

"Stop caring so much about me," you said, standing up to leave.

"What do you expect me to do else? You make it pretty hard for me not to care about you," I said as I stood up as well. Our eyes were locked together and we were standing closer than ever. I could smell your strawberry perfume.

"Well, just stop caring. I'm fine without any care of anyone," you stated.

"No, I will never stop caring about you, don't you see that? The cigarettes, the slits on your body, the dark circles around your eyes - you're not fine."

You simply stood there, stunned.

"You need someone to take care of you, because you don't do that yourself. Can't you see I'm trying to help you?" By now our faces were nearly touching.

"I knew you were different," you whispered and that's when our lips touched. Your lips tasted like strawberries and your scent instantly lingered around me, wrapping me in its smell. It was as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders. As if you were finally okay with me caring. As if you finally let me in your life.