If this was a book, tonight would be the night we would stay up until 5 in the morning, sitting in a quiet corner somewhere, watching the stars in silence and enjoying each other's company.
If you smoked, you'd pull out a cigarrette and light it up, and you'd smoke it very slowly. Your face would look beautiful under the moonlight, pale and serious, the face of someone who's enjoying something that they know, won't last. I can almost feel the cold on my shoulders and the smell of the smoke mixed with the natural sweet scent of your skin, leaving me breathless, fascinated by your being. If we drank, we would drink until we were just drunk enough to say all those words we're too afraid to say sober. And then, we'd fall in love as we'd fall asleep in each other's arms, and when the cold came to take the warmth of our bodies away in the late night, I'd make us two cups of hot tea to keep our beautiful, twisted, broken souls warm.
And we could read books and tell stories, share old secrets and create new ones.
And by the morning, we would have mended each other.
