It’s one in the morning.
We’re still here.
Her bodies against mine.
She’s a lot smaller than she looks.
Her faded brown hair is messy.
It’s spreading over my shirt.
I don’t mind though.
She asks why I love her.
I tell her I just do.
I want her to say she loves me.
But she doesn’t.
She just leans on me.
The sky is dark out here.
Pitch black.
Except for the stars.
You can’t see anything.
I can’t see her.
But I know she’s there.
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Crossed Fingers
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