I knew I was doomed the moment I laid eyes on you. The type of doomed where you just say ‘damn’ and sit down to enjoy a beer. And that’s exactly what we were doing. Except our beer is cheap wine and the bottle is being passed between us. I’m staring at you absently as you take a swig. My heartbeat picks up slightly as the smooth liquid drips down your chin. It looks wrong against your perfect complexion, so I reach out and gently wipe it away. You smile warmly and I return it. The only difference is that my smile isn’t warm. Everything about me is frozen and distant. I wish I could be present like you. I wish I could feel like you. Now I’m alone. You faded away because I froze up. Damn.
Randomly wrote this. Am I back? Probably not
















