Nineteen (XIX)

you were a vivid subject crafted by the strokes i made, the main character in my dreams, and the life of the party itself. it's always been how your smile wrinkles your nose and how you made me feel in burning red everytime our eyes logged in a line over your anxious brown eyes.

it was stolen gazes that crucially turned into longing ones.

everything was like a firework show with dazzling lights- illuminating and slowly fading in the night sky. indeed it was never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.