It was so cold that night.
So goddamn cold that my hands shook and my teeth chattered every time I exhaled,
my breath came out like a little white smoke cloud around my face.
We were at a pub,
Middle of nowhere,
standing on a veranda as the midnight fog settled in.
I was drinking beer and smoking too many cigarettes and I'd lean against you every time the world around me became a little too blurry.
You were holding my hand and smiling although I'd only known you for a week,
it felt like this is how it'd always been.
Me, drunk and silly crashing into you, and you laughing, steadying me and kissing my forehead and clasping warm hands on my moonburnt face.
And so there we were,
young and dumb and liquid-limbed, running hand-in-hand haphazardly through the pine trees, middle of the night.
In our little cabin buried in the forest,
we climbed into the roof,
You were undressing me and I was kissing you and in that moment,
there was not a single thing that mattered in this entire goddamn world,
except for your lips and my hands and that awful little foam mattress hidden up the rafters.
With my fingers in your hair and your teeth sinking into my neck,
moonlight filtered in through a tiny window beside us,
casting cool blue light over our naked skin.
Seven days earlier in a foreign land thousands of miles from home,
I'd found you fireside.
But it was there in the roof that night, pressed against your chest, I knew that from now on,
everything would be okay.
I'd be okay, knowing that someone like you exists.
So goddamn cold that my hands shook and my teeth chattered every time I exhaled,
my breath came out like a little white smoke cloud around my face.
We were at a pub,
Middle of nowhere,
standing on a veranda as the midnight fog settled in.
I was drinking beer and smoking too many cigarettes and I'd lean against you every time the world around me became a little too blurry.
You were holding my hand and smiling although I'd only known you for a week,
it felt like this is how it'd always been.
Me, drunk and silly crashing into you, and you laughing, steadying me and kissing my forehead and clasping warm hands on my moonburnt face.
And so there we were,
young and dumb and liquid-limbed, running hand-in-hand haphazardly through the pine trees, middle of the night.
In our little cabin buried in the forest,
we climbed into the roof,
You were undressing me and I was kissing you and in that moment,
there was not a single thing that mattered in this entire goddamn world,
except for your lips and my hands and that awful little foam mattress hidden up the rafters.
With my fingers in your hair and your teeth sinking into my neck,
moonlight filtered in through a tiny window beside us,
casting cool blue light over our naked skin.
Seven days earlier in a foreign land thousands of miles from home,
I'd found you fireside.
But it was there in the roof that night, pressed against your chest, I knew that from now on,
everything would be okay.
I'd be okay, knowing that someone like you exists.