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The rain gently falling through an open window, in which our heads hung out. Bare skin molding together to form a connection. A guitar, a joint, and a night I will never forget. His bed where our faces lay had a window to where the faint rainfall kissed us. This was an ongoing fling we had, occasional nights in which we’d call each other and spend the night together. It was something about this one night in particular, was it the white occasional, was it the open window with the starry sky staring back at me, or was it the way he sang “Skinny Love” to me while I just soaked it all in. It honestly felt like I was in an indie film scene, as lame as that sounds. It was so delicate, everything about it. I still remember the way my smile was plastered on my face, I was so god damn happy. It was so perfect in that moment, I hope it was as special for him as it was for me. I know it was just another one of those nights we had, but it was special, it really was. I live miles and miles away from him, and life keeps moving, but I'm so happy I had this night with him.
xx, time to move on.
xx, time to move on.
