he pressed his lips against and I could feel my lungs needing air. he pressed harder and harder until both of our lips were swollen. after everything that's happened, I still need him. I need him like the air I breathe. when I was around him he was the real drug. not all the shit I was inhaling, but his love was what pumped through my veins.
I could feel the rush of the cold winter wind as we sat at the roof of the apartment building. this has always been our favorite spot. I always come here when I feel lost. so a lot.
"you're loved you know that right?" he told me as he drew in his book and drew a sketch about the freckle on my hip. it's a weird thing to draw, but he loved drawing me. he says the female anatomy is a beautiful thing. and I would agree.I took the book from him and the pen.
in big letters I wrote;
un(loved)
"what's that about?" He questioned
"the parentheses represent the love people have for me, it's wide but concealed. and the open un- represents how I'm hated and people openly show it. but what matters is what's on the inside right? that's what everyone says"
"that's quite great actually, you should write about it" he says as he starts sketching again.
"why do you like that freckle?" I question him as he continues drawing.
"it's the little things that count, that what everyone says right?" he answers with a smug smile.
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P.s this is not the beginning of the story that just how their relationship starts. Sorry the title might be confusing.
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un(loved)
Roman pour Adolescents"We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art"
