It's the little things like our innocent chats.
I can't even remember the incident specifically, but I remember details.
I was playing with the strap of your bra and each time my finger hit your skin, it left a trail of goosebumps behind.
Have you ever wondered why the stars are so far away?
It was a weird question and the way you said it made it very obvious that someone was sleepy. But I answered it anyway.
We started to talk about constellations and as cheesy as it sounds, your doe-like eyes were brighter than any star we had mentioned.
Our conversations were messy and never related to a particular topic, but we continued just for the hell of it.
I was in the middle of telling you a story when I realized that you were sleep.
I gently placed a kiss on your forehead and put my arm around you.
That "pillow talk"-
it made me forget, nothing in particular, it just made me forget.
It was peaceful and sensual and innocent all at once.
