This And These

There are moments in your life where you find yourself completely lost - literally lost, or lost in the moment. Sometimes its not so bad being literally lost, and finding yourself the moment.

Like when you're catching your breath from what felt like hours of bliss. Or like when he kisses you in between your eyes and brows. Or like when he pulls you closer to him. 

There are moments in your life where you feel so blessed to have something to write about, over and over, and no matter how many times you do, it just doesn't feel like you'll ever give justice to all these, all these feelings.

You close your eyes and you take it all in, his scent on yours, memorizing every single detail, imprinting it on your brain. And you fall back on your bed, smiling, giggling, screaming, laughing, because there doesn't seem to be a way for you to express it correctly. 

You're mad, because you're supposed to feel bad about it. But you can't. You can't. Not when you're this happy. And then all that haze, and the fog fades out, your smile wears off, your heart starts to break. Again, and again, and again and again, you are brought to your reality. Again and again, you'd wish it could all last for more than it usually does. 

He disappears into the night, you wait on your window as he revs up the engine. 

You close your eyes. 
You close it harder.
You close it harder.
Harder than that.