I hadn't heard of the album that was written in red letters on the blue t-shirt you were wearing. You mentioned the name of the band, but I was unfamiliar with them. There wasn't a plan in mind other than just seeing each other at my apartment. It would be when we first made love. Not before preparing a meal together in my small kitchen, taking turns cutting vegetables, conversing, afterwards enjoying our fried rice creation.
Our intimacy had me swimming in your soul. We were intertwined in a bottomless underwater space that was infinite. If only we didn't have to wake up to our human selves and the start of the workweek. Instead of you catching a bus back home, I would have rather you spend the night, but we were already separating from our newly ignited union.
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My Vision in Blue: A Love Story in T-Shirts
RomanceThey were more than just an algorithmic match on the dating site where music brought them together. He wore a blue t-shirt in his profile that she also once owned. Their pairing would transcend time, defy logic, endure loss, and be set to a soundtra...
