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Loud songs full of memories and the two of us reliving them together with hard liquor. We both have no idea why, but it feels so good, even if none of these memories weren't with one another but with someone else, somewhere far away. So vulnerable, hit by nostalgic waves, we were singing our souls away, creating new memories together on top of the old ones, wishing for this moment to last.
He just knows a way with words and how to make women feel special. That's not something you'd be surprised by if you consider his talent for writing and countless nights he spent with different women. He is just so confident, knows how to push every single button to unlock the door to any woman's heart. His voice gentle but rusty, calming but harsh as he reads his poems to me. I try desperately to concentrate, but fail miserably because his laughter is still loudly ringing in my ears from the jokes I used to tell him moments before. He lays his head on my lap while asking if it was okay. I don't know, is it? Should it be? I am too weak to resist anyways, and he knows that too. His weakness is also visible in every cigarette he lights, unable to control his passion.
Songs hit differently when you're drunk. And I wonder how come such a giant man could be so fragile when late drunk hours strike. I gently whisper along words of songs I heard million times before, and somehow they still hit so hard. As he compliments my voice, I blush. I don't let just anyone hear me sing, but I felt a strong connection and I couldn't control myself. He says he could get drunk only by listening to me sing as his hand slowly and gently finds a way towards my head. He lets his fingers run through my long hair, embracing its softness and letting it melt him away. I look at his eyes, admiring his long lashes as he speaks about his ex. "Why are you looking at me that way?" he asks. The problem is I have no idea, it is so irrational, so wrong, but at the same time so right and exciting. As I process my feelings, he repeats himself how beautiful this night is. But does he really mean that? Or am I just another of many who hear the same words and flatters when he needs someone to fulfill his lonely nights?
I apologise for mistakes if there are any, I'm not native English speaker and I don't know how to write well. This is something I wrote after a night with a dear friend, and as you can see, it left me confused so I had to express my emotions somehow. If you read this, I want to hear if you has a similar situation and relate to this, and what are your thoughts on this little thing I wrote. I would love to hear your opinions and get some feedback. Luv ya all! ❤️
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