... the red has never ceased to decrease between us ... has it?
You...
never failed to increase that heartbeat to the point where it doesn't want to beat anymore. Maybe just freeze forever and hear your voice growling over decades passing by... Sometimes I envy all those people who met you in real life or maybe this curtain of distance is keeping us secure so that we do not burn the world with our fire...
It almost felt real as I opened my eyes and saw the wooden four poster bed and the antique chest of drawers over your shoulder when you held me closer... Your smell.. like wild lavender and sandalwood ... blacksheets and maroon curtains... all velvet... You stared at me with those black...