"Be with me right now. Don’t think about the past or the future. Lets just be in this moment. Together."
We spent nights bundled up in my car talking about nothing, and talking about everything. Sometimes it would just be silent, and I would play with his hair and he would trail his fingers upon my neck. We confessed things to each other that we had never spoke out loud, and it was scary, but mostly it was comfortable. We found comfort in each others eyes, and bodies. We were glued together in that car. We stayed there until the sun came up and the windows began to fog. Then we would trace funny faces onto the windows and laugh. Sometimes we weren’t even in my car. Sometimes we’d stand outside, our bare feet numb from the cold danced on the wet pavement, we found warmth within each other. He loved the taste of tobacco on my lips, and I loved the sound of his laugh. We were young, and too close. I didn’t bother trying to remember the way his hands felt pressed against the small of my back or the way he smelt. I didn’t think about the way his eyes told me things his lips would never dare to speak because I knew it would be over soon. I could read him because I knew him. People are different that time of day. When the sun is rising and the sky is that distinct shade of blue, you don’t bother to impress people. Your eyes are too heavy and your body needs rest so you are yourself: completely. I loved being in those fleeting moments. No consequences or decisions. We lived. And we were together.