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i used to think that i was too young to understand love: too young to understand why this feeling stands out, strong and unique. a feeling that burns and lasts; no matter how much you wish to extinguish it.
a soft groan from you drew me out of my trance, and i found myself face to face with thin pink lips, short lashes, a button nose, and shaded skin scarred slightly by acne.
the urge to kiss you just grew stronger, so to avoid that prospect, i blew playfully on your eyelids, hoping that it’d rouse you somehow.
falling asleep against the bulk of a motorcycle never was a good idea, especially when the sun was setting steadily amongst ashen skies.
come on, sleepyhead. i pushed, nudging you gently. you have to send me home now.
all i received in reply was a snore. blowing a raspberry, i settled myself as comfortably as i could beside you on the rocky ground.
leaning my head against your shoulder, i looked ahead, the canopies of the pine trees sheltering the view below. it felt innocent, nostalgic somehow, and i recognise how comfortable and habitual spending time with you has become.
i was aware that i couldn’t let myself depend on this serenity. but just for a little, just for a little, i wanted to remain here, by your side, and watch the sun set peacefully without a care.
blood-red bathed the tips of our boots, draining away to the edge of the cliff to dip down onto the pine trees as the minutes ticked by.
are you awake? i asked, angling my head to look at your sleeping face. you should see this. the sunset is quite spectacular today.
your eyes didn’t open, so i nestled my head into your arm again, opting to watch its slow descent by myself instead.
what was all that macho talk just now? i scoffed slightly, tucking a strand of chestnut behind my left ear. “just want me to live”? what, are you trying to be cool?
i shook my head helplessly after you still didn’t budge. casting my gaze to the scattered clouds, my mumble sent to them willfully.
somewhere, i turned back to look at you sleeping peaecfully. you have to go.
