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You're lying on your bed and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that". And suddenly there's sleepy kisses and late night walks and hands intertwined and a warmth you've never known before. You know you should slow down but all you can do is kiss him longer and surrender yourself to sleep on his arms. You both walk down the streets with clouds beneath your feet, and you throw away your pills 'cause nothing will ever make you feel like him. You feel the clouds fade away within seconds, and all there's left are goodbyes at train stations and one last kiss at the airport. And you go back to bed but this time you can't get up, filled with memories of happier nights healing to the sound of his heavy breathing; memories of the way he would slightly shake in his sleep and the messy hair resting on your neck. You're lying on your bed again and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that" but this time your voice cracks up a bit and tears fills your eyes, and maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw away those pills.
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
A love born in Greece.
You're lying on your bed and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that". And suddenly there's sleepy kisses and late night walks and hands intertwined and a warmth you've never known before. You know you should slow down but all you can do is kiss him longer and surrender yourself to sleep on his arms. You both walk down the streets with clouds beneath your feet, and you throw away your pills 'cause nothing will ever make you feel like him. You feel the clouds fade away within seconds, and all there's left are goodbyes at train stations and one last kiss at the airport. And you go back to bed but this time you can't get up, filled with memories of happier nights healing to the sound of his heavy breathing; memories of the way he would slightly shake in his sleep and the messy hair resting on your neck. You're lying on your bed again and say "I'm all I have, I can live with that" but this time your voice cracks up a bit and tears fills your eyes, and maybe it wasn't such a good idea to throw away those pills.
acacia-ludgate
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
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