’ve already settled on the idea of never seeing him again. Never touching him, caressing him, kissing him. I always figured it was just one of those things you never went out of your way for. If we were in the same place at the same time, why not give into the fact that tomorrow, this wouldn’t matter. Otherwise, our names never grazed the other’s tongue. It was only suppose to be a meaningless experience to find myself and what i crave from life. But to my amazement, I became attached to our third grade mindset. A rush of relief that my words wouldn’t topple this world, regardless of their acidity. The decadent stretch of time would forgive all sins without wasting precious breath to confess to the night sky.
     
     (It already knew!!)