your lips my lips, apocalypse.

Thursday, 26th of December, 2019
15.30 PM.

i don't know the best, but for right now, i think
all that matters is that we're together. 
fingers intertwined, breathing side by side

i've always loved your laughs,
but baby, i love it even more when we're just inches away
separated by none but our hesitations.

it was a Thursday evening,
rain was falling, hard
thunders rumbling
but i feel fine
one of the best feeling i've ever had, to be honest.
to stay still, feeling the warmth of your body
the hugs.

have i told you already?
i felt safe in your arms,
they're safe havens.

remember, Ted's thunder buddy?
we may have accidentally became each other's, that day

anyway

i love how you awkwardly sing to fill the silence between us.
i love how you asked "what?" whenever i laughed or smiled
in the middle of our perpetual kisses
scattered red hints.

i think your scent stays forever with you,
it makes me crazy.

laying low on your lap,
listening to you 
talking about your family
your brothers, friends, lovers and foes
while playing with your hair.

hey, thank you, for being present, for being the gift, that keeps on giving.

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p.s: i've found another favorite sound beside Brendan Lukens' voice, it's the sound of your heart beating fast. it's the melody i'm longing.