IT WAS AS IF A jolt of energy passed through me every time you touched me.
I could feel the butterflies surging in my stomach, heck, the whole animal kingdom, when you looked at me.
I love how your smile was genuine. The way it reached your eyes every time you laughed, causing them to sparkle, filling me with warmth. And when you laugh? The storm inside of me calms.
Those were the moments that I grasped onto. The moments that I never want to forget.
Talking to you became my most favorite part of the day. It's funny, one would think that there's not much to you just from the first impression. You've always been an observer yet your very presence commands the attention of many.
I love how, like an onion, there were many layers to you. You were so deep, and I doubt that I'd ever stop falling into you.
There's not much I could tell you about myself. Everything was raw and untouched. If either of us went digging, things would turn up pretty dirty pretty soon.
There was an image I was trying to portray, and I was afraid that the paint would chip off my skin. I didn't want you to see the flaws in my eyes, so I decided to bite my tongue and spit out the blood later.
Vagueness. It was the only way I knew how to protect you. I had to hide my demons, and hide them so well that I myself wouldn't be able to find them.
I've got monsters under my bed that I'm not sure I would ever be able to fight off. My pillows are the only ones who can know my secrets, and rightfully so.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked, invading my thoughts. Billie Eilish's 'Lovely' was playing on the speakers.
I glanced at you and smiled slightly, trying to hide the worriers plaguing my mind. "Nothing," I said in an offhand tone, "I'm just getting hungry."
"Good. I was just about to order some food. What do you feel like?" you asked.
"I'm not picky," I smiled, tapping my finger on the glass window. I liked the view from your apartment, although I considered it quite noisy at times since it was next to the road. It overlooked some of Thika Rd. Super Highway and I loved watching people who looked like ants from about 8 storeys high go about their business.
You moved closer to me, "You like pine mint right?"
"Sure," a laugh escaped my lips when I saw the mischievous glint in your eye. I remember that it was the drink that we both shared the day we met.
"Cool, let me order some masala fries with that," you said, punching the restaurant's number into your phone.
"I really hope they don't take long."
I looked at you and saw that lopsided grin of yours, which was partly the reason why I fell for you.
Patience has never been your strong suit and call me biased, but I always thought it was cute.
"Well, in the meantime..." I handed you the blunt which you had already rolled, "light it up Sir."
After 2 tries with the lighter, you lit it and gustily inhaled. I knew what you wanted to do next from the look in your eyes.
I then placed my hand on your cheek and opened my mouth slightly to allow you to blow into my mouth. My lips brushed yours. We were so close.
Biting your lower lip, I could feel the drug taking effect into my lungs. The feeling was so satisfying.
But I never really cared about the drug.
Because it wasn't the thing that was intoxicating me.
