You started coming over more and spending nights. Like I said i was safe and comfortable around you. The man who scared me didn't scare me anymore because I had you. The man who hurt me couldn't anymore because you were there. Any time you stepped outside to smoke. I went with you.... You always wanted me to. It felt nice to be around you. The smoke filled my lungs just as much as it filled yours. You put your favorite music on while we sat out here, it became my favorite music if I didnt like it already. You made me laugh. That's how all of this truly started. You liked me because I was different i didnt back down. I continuously talked shit and never took shit from anyone. I liked you because no matter how many walls I built mentally you got passed all of them you made me laugh when I hadnt truly laughed for months. It felt nice. It was a dumbass joke but it did the trick. When i kissed you before we went to bed I could taste what you smoked. I thank God everyday that you dont smoke cigarettes. I probably would've never kissed you if you did. I had just taken a shower one night. It was in December so it was freezing cold outside and you wanted me to go out with you. You probably don't remember but you hugged me tight as hell that night because I was freezing cold eventually you realized that it was getting cold and my hair was wet so we went back inside. You laughed because I said next time you take a shower I'm gonna lock you outside so you see how cold it is. I went and laid in bed then you followed and hugged me complaining that my legs were cold. I never liked sleeping with pants only shorts so when i went out I got cold (so your fault sorry love). All those nights we sat outside even if it was for a few minutes it was nice. It was.... Peaceful. The stars shined brighter when you were around so did the moon. To me the midnight sky means a lot and you just gave them a greater meaning for me. You make me happy you are the smoke from the fire keeping me warm. The added part that shows the fire was the hit of the night. You are the memory that is kept on my black jacket that smells of what you smoked milliseconds, seconds ,minutes, hours, days ,weeks,months before.
