messy lovers.
After that night, all i could remember was how our bodies and hands intertwined. how the only thing we were really only focused on was each other, making each other laugh until our legs gave out and we just fell on the ground. if im being honest, i still feel the cold air hitting my lungs. as we smoked and drank our lungs red, the only thing i could really wish for was to live in this moment, forever. of course, his way of telling me he loved me was spending nights with me, taking swigs of alcohol with me. smoking until our lungs practically turned pitch black. drinking until we're both wasted and until we both collapse on the ground, pleading for oxygen. his way of telling me that he loved me was.. quite impulsive.
