& as they sat together,
sipping black coffee,
spilling white lies,
he romanticized every moment that she refused the chaos of daylight and welcomed the subtle hush of the moon,
until 3am came,
when he slowly came to realize that maybe she didn’t love him at all, but only the quiet stillness of the night.
it didn’t matter. She had let him into her unreachable world.
The one she didn’t allow words to define.
Besides,
how could he be upset,
at a face whose smile only lit up in the darkness?
He cursed himself with immortality the very first time he spoke to her.
His voice cut and her typewriter bled.
I'm in love with where I am,
but sometimes,
I miss my curtains
I miss my cats
I miss big beds and bigger cuddles
I miss my mom
I miss rooftop stars
I miss my suitcase
I miss my fragmented fairytales
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PJs- Forever 21 (similar)
Bow- forever 21
Skirt- ModCloth
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