it was the night that we burned our lungs with cigarettes on the overpass at 10 PM. you looked at me with that glint in your eyes as if i had done something good, even if all i am inside is a crumpled mess of suicidal thoughts and black holes.

“if you could relive any event in your life,” you said while taking a long drag from your third cigarette. “when would it be?”

i wanted to say something poetic. something that would take your breath away. something deep. something that would impress you, in a way. i wanted to say something that would bring heaven and earth together.

“now.” i blurt out.

i hear the wind blowing through the trees nearby. i slowly look up to you and was surprised when your demeanor didn’t change.

“why now?” you ask with an uninterested tone in your voice. you chuckle slightly and i ball my hands to fists. “there’s nothing captivating about now.”

i feel a sharp pang in my chest as soon as the words came out of your mouth. suddenly, every thought on my mind was about how i could prove you otherwise.

i throw the cigarette that i was smoking on the ground and stepped on it, ignoring the slight burn on my feet. in a rush, i turn to your gaping eyes and cupped your face and enclosed our lips together.

you tasted like cotton candy and nicotine, and i loved it. you took a second before kissing me back and god, i could feel the stars sighing from above. my body trembled from the adrenaline rushing through my veins. i love you i love you i love you.

“if you could pick a specific time to relive,” i speak right after i gasp for air. “when would it be?”

you looked at me with those eyes that glistened in the moonlight. a heartbeat passed, along with a random stranger who gazed at us while you cupped your hand on my nape.

“now.” you breathed.

and your lips were on mine again.