Blog. ┆Muke [On HOLD]

2014.11.19

Every time I look up at him I couldn't feel happier by being able to be around this kind of creature. A boy, almost as tall as a giraffe and not much thicker than a Harry Potter book, wandered between the tables with two cups of coffee in his hands,  with his white ass fingers, nearly that level of pale like I am.

He wasn't graceful or elegant, he was more on the edge of an extreme clumsiness, but anyway, he managed to put our coffee in front of me without spilling any of it. Well, almost.

"Here you go, babe." He smiled it off, pushing the evaporating liquid closer to me.

"Luke?" I wanted to smile so badly, just only I could stare at the same spot.

"What, Mikey?" 

"What are we?" My question was pretty much enough to be labeled as stupid, but what can I do.

"Luke and Michael, silly." He rolled his eyes, sipping on his drink.

"No." I shook my head. "What are we, like, together?"

"We are together." He leaned over the table, I felt his lip ring touching my forehead.

"For real?"

"For the realest." His smile brightens upon his face again, and this coffee didn't taste as great as it did before because I already missed the feeling of the sweet tea in my mouth. 

I look at him, and I know, that he's the boy I waited through all my summers, but he only found his way to me on autumn. I am in love with autumn.. And perhaps,  not only it.