He was walking up the stairs yet again I stood by the entrance of the bar with a cigarette between my lips He smiled his crooked smile as he approached BEAT SKIP BEAT I look away after throwing a casual smile his way Every step he takes toward me builds urgency I look up at him again and he walks toward me with open arms The second seems eternal. I feel like I need to bury myself in him. Like a little girl. I try to prolong the hug as much as I can, soak myself in him. I inhale his scent Coffee and melon I am ready now. To forget him. Because thatβs all he is Coffee and melonβ¦