waking up at around 3 am with only some alcohol to keep us awake as we go on bike rides on the highway, my hair was flying but it somehow didn’t bother me. i used to be a perfectionist but after meeting you i realized that life was too small to worry about whether a single strand of hair was misplaced or not. my arms were outstretched like a bird whose wings were trapped for so long and longed to find freedom. no one was supposed to drive while drunk or while sleepy but here we were, both, and breaking possibly every law known to mankind. but we didn’t care, we never did. the same way how we didn’t care that our love would end in heartbreak. ‘we’ were just supposed to be a pass time but in between, somewhere, somehow, we fell in love.
and just how we broke the rules that night, we broke our rule that we’d never fall in love.
for every love story would end in heartbreak, and so did ours.