A Little Longer

She had never felt so happy in a long time. It was like the sudden surge of joy from sugar rush. Even though she was a little drunk she knew it wasn’t the side effects of the alcohol. It was the company that she has. He was there, to her that’s all that matters. They weren’t doing much, just blowing out the stale air of cigarettes. She was sitting down, her head leaning against the wall. He was just beside her, patting her head and pulling it towards his hip, gesturing her to lean against him. He was laughing all the way. She was tipsy, but not that much to not know what is happening in her surroundings. With her head now on his hip and his hand on it, secretly she doesn’t wants to be sober. She just wants to be taken care of by those big hands. Soon, he had to go. He had to meet his friends for biking. He moved away from her but turned back and stretch out those big hands. She reached for his hands and let herself get pulled up. She felt unstable, the whole world tilted. It was like she was on this merry-go-round that spun out of control. She only start walking when her vision settled after blinking a few times. Each step she took towards her home, the more she had already started to miss him. Unwillingly, they reached. He bid his farewell and started to walk away. Unconsciously, she reached out and grabbed his sling bag, tugging him backwards, causing him to almost fall backwards. He looked back and sighed then made a u-turn and pulled her into his arms. Then he muttered about the things she should do after she got home. To bathe, drinks loads of water then sleep. She just laughed and hugged him tighter. But the same time she knows that he got to go. She gave him one last hug and let him go. She stood there admiring those broad shoulders slowly disappearing in the distance. She wouldn’t see them anytime soon, but at least she another memory of them that she would cherish for a while longer.

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He is the thought behind the feeling,

      The swelling in my chest;

      The starlight in the evening,

      The yearning when I undress.

He is the sound behind every sighing,

      The song of every bird;

      The tears in all my crying-

      The ache in every word.

-Lang Leav

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so recently i am a little obsessed with Lang Leav's poems so I'll be posting those that i really like or relate to. Meantime, that's all for now.

Goodnight midnight bunnies:3