It smelled like sex and cigarettes when you walked back in my room. I could feel the sun creeping up on me like I always knew it would. I fell in love with you in five seconds flat, there was nothing I could do. Knew I’d need to find a way to make you stay, how to make you want to. Went to pour you a cup of coffee, lit your second cigarette, then got jealous of a mug where your lipstick left it’s print. I’m afraid to ask you what this was, afraid of what you might say next. How these things just happen sometimes, even to the best of friends. Went to pour another cup of coffee, come up with something charming to say. You put your hand over the top and said I should be on my way.
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