Late night thoughts.

Night 6.

His rasps hands are situated on both of my cheeks, his lips are genuine touching mines, both of us moving ours slowly, like we haven't kiss each other in a thousand years, and it's kind of true, for both of us it's like we haven't touch each other a long time ago since that happened, the truth is that I know we both need to take a breath, but I feel that if our lips stop touching each other's I'm going to wake up from the best reality that's not a reality, at least it doesn't feel like it's real. Why should he want to kiss me?

That's not even an option, I'll be lying to myself. It all happens so fast when he stops for both of us to take a long breath we needed a long time ago.

My heart is skipping so fast and I'm not able to difference his sighs from mines. And at the instant I feel the need to be in the same position as we were before,

but he starts running.