The smiles with the taste of dulce de leche and the sticky lips. Broken leaves of autumn and a deaf ear, the blankets on the shoulders and the silence of his knowing. It's every wink, movement, grimace that makes you fall in love. Your name in his voice is a spell you did not know about. He catches you with soft words, comments that leave you thinking. And it hurts in the smallest bones, in the closed scars and the lack of his presence in your life.
“Come on, hug me” And you can’t because you fear never letting go. Every little minute is a treasure in blocked corners of your mind. You are drunk on joy and oxytocin after seeing him. The drug isn’t an addiction, it’s him.
And he's not going to break your heart, he is going to break your soul.
T.A.
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