the memory I'm most fond of is waking up next to you after the morning after I first met you, with your leg across my waist. your body unconsciously wrapped itself around me. like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. my heart was beating fast like it was terrified and yet amazed simultaneously as I looked at you, peacefully asleep next to me. your eyes closed, your mouth open just a little bit, and your lips were ripe, like it was waiting to be kissed. then and there I realized that some things in the world, when they meet, just fit each other. no friction at all. I wouldn't call such thing as destiny or fate, what a cliché   way to label something so natural. then and there I also realized that such things aren't supposed to stay together for long periods of time. the magic of the moment dies if you live in it too much, and with that thought I bit the grin that was etching itself on my mouth and with that, I stopped myself from falling for someone I knew I couldn't love.