The Beginning of

the anticipation, is killing her. with every second passses, her pulse climbs higher and higher. the room is so quiet. way too quiet she can even hear the flutters of the wings from her stomach. there was this buzz and this high. damn it. the aftershave. damn it. the desires. all she wants now is to grab a fistfuls of his skin and kiss him right away, curl her fingers around the roughness of his skin and melt into him.

their very first conversation that evening months ago still lingers on her mind. 'did you have fun', thats how it all started. she's a bit surprise how such random question could lead to an exchange of numbers and her promise to show him that chinese music aint boring! sometimes she cant believe how from that one day, things have hurtled and spun so out of control to finally arrive at where they are today - somewhere she can't toe it down properly, she doesnt really know where they're heading, she doesnt at all understand this passage of events and the walls of it. is it boredom? or maybe passion...that's just pure? or something more than just that? she really doesnt know. but its fine. she's fine this way, in a wistful and sometimes sadistic manner - this feeling of sinking but yet standing still, this feeling of falling in and out of dreams, is thrilling, is throbbing. well, at least for the moment, she knows this is where they belong - this place in between two lines and two boxes.

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will you make the two lines into one? will you?

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tracing your jawline with my fingertips while you rub the ends of my hair. laying my head on your chest, with occasional stolen glance and loaded exchanges, i'm drinking in the scent coming from you, like an addict. i almost feel like i have to tell you i love you. but no, let’s not ruin the moment. i touch my lips to yours, and press my palms against your cheeks. the soft kisses that linger. the feeling of the tip of your tongue on my skin. ahh, how am i to escape.

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greys and love songs make you want to fall in love all over again.