As I lay down in a dark room, soundless in nature, I close my eyes and my mind takes me back.
We're in that dorm, the one where I've stayed in for 3 years, and it's almost pitch black from the lack of lighting.
We chat for short bit, just simple phrases rather than full sentences.
Then, we move to a room, moonlight filtering through the windows that make up a wall.
I'm wearing my favourite pink top with black high waisted pants, while you're wearing a black shirt with a print of the skyline of New York and a pair of dark coloured jeans.
Details that may seem insignificant but mean everything to someone with a keen eye.
We don't talk anymore once we're in the room, we just breathe in the silence that resonates through it.
But then you break the silence by putting your right hand along my face, gently caressing along my cheek.
"Are you okay with this?" You ask me while staring into my eyes as if they held the world in them.
I don't respond, I simply stare right back into your eyes with a feeling of longing.
And that's when you lean in and kiss me.
A tender and heartfelt kiss that I don't let go of as I return the feeling.
You move on to guide us to the bed, and we begin to lay on it without breaking contact.
Your body pushes on top of mine and I wrap my legs around your waist, with you still kissing me gently.
And in that moment of intimacy, I found that the universe had confirmed what I knew but kept denying.
I'm sorry but I fell in love with you.
July 16th, 2019
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In My Head
Non-FictionJust a place where I let the thoughts, ideas, tragedies, events and possibilities that thrive within me and the experiences I've lived be voiced and bear a place where others may understand them. •lower-case "i" intended •Cover made by me *Warning:...
