By now I was so intoxicated with you that I was not caring at all about what others might think, I was just deeply in love.
I knew you were soon leaving and it hurt to think about it but I did not want to waste any second.
You captured every moment with your little pink polaroid camera and I took you out every evening, ignoring responsibilities and every night I would stay awake to watch you sleep and life in your dream world.
Your cheeks shimmered in the sun rise and your eyelashes were so long.
I wanted to touch you and your hair.
Your lips were pounting in your sleep and when I woke you up with a kiss you would always drag me into it, what were you doing to me?
I liked the way you smiled at me when I saw you afterwards at the café and ordered my usual type of coffee, by now you knew it like the palm of your hand.
You smiled at everyone.
But I wanted you to only smile at me.
