Pulling away the covers to recieve the light. It's morning.
As I gaze at every face; still lock on the subject to empty every ounce of emotions, retreating into the little space at the back of the mind.
I think i chose to be defeated.
The black and white screen play, just where i've left it.
Unlike the first encounter. Minds were intoxicated. I sat there, legs crossed watching the moving images infront of me. Taking in the changes of the years, yearning for a comfort.
Thank the coldness of the atmosphere and the only warmth under cover. The first contact. Light and gentle. Like a train it hit. The familiarity, distinctively recollecting within. With that embrace, genuine, the need of someone to hold me before i disappear into the nothingness of this world. Apologise you did. With the words agreed upon we took the leap.
Knowing the reality where we stand.
Never lovers, more than friends.
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