marine blue curdoroys and chocolate brown curls tucked away in a low bun. safely secured by a hair tie made out of a moutmask. he’s pointing and telling me about the cathedrals in the horizon but the only view i care about is his lips moving and the wind playing with his sweater. he pours our shelf temperatured soave in the shared mug whilst hunched over, and the sunset colours of a light swimming pool blue and lemon merengue yellows melting into one another. now he’s pointing again. he’s excited but i don’t care. my eyes are sore, and today’s last sun rays feels warm on my lashes. and then he kisses me and for a moment i truly wish i were in love. the faded honks and the murmured chatters from the street of people walking home, whipping flag poles and the silhouette of seagulls soaring. clouds looking like whipped cream, and this, here, right now, is the sweetest moment i’ve could’ve asked for, such a shame i’m more of a savory kind of girl.
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