When i die i want to feel like back then

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milealaura
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The summer night , the crickets, the smell of the queen of the night as it`s blooming invaded my lungs, but your smell is the one that makes me drunk. We stay on a cheap mattress on the floor, our bodies matching perfectly. I put my arms around you, and you holding me tight.

When i die i want to feel like back then

The summer night

The summer night , the crickets

The summer night , the crickets, the smell of the queen of the night as it`s blooming invaded my lungs

The summer night , the crickets, the smell of the queen of the night as it`s blooming invaded my lungs, but is your smell the one that makes me drunk.

We stay on a cheap mattress on the floor, our bodies matching perfectly. I put my arms around you, and you are holding me tight.

We close our eyes and the wet sensation of your lips touching my forehead is making my body tense for a moment .

The temperature is rising, the air is thinning, the lovely piano sound that was playing , everything was just perfect!

I felt like our bodies are intertwining into one

I felt like our bodies are intertwining into one, becoming one soul

I felt like our bodies are intertwining into one, becoming one soul,one existence. I did not want to move or breath.

At that moment ,I thought that, when i die i want to feel how i`m feeling in this very moment!

At that moment ,I thought that, when i die i want to feel how i`m feeling in this very moment! That would have been heaven!

At that moment ,I thought that, when i die i want to feel how i`m feeling in this very moment! That would have been heaven! That would have been a blessing!

-You are the only one... the last one! The one that i searched all this years! he whispers in my ear as he lets his head fall on the mattress.

I wished he did not speak back then, because i knew he was lying. His words were like a bucket with sand poured into the desert that his lies made.

How can i feel like this, like i`m being loved but also betrayed because of his mistakes from the past?

How can i feel like this, like i`m being loved but also betrayed because of his mistakes from the past? Maybe he is not the problem!

How can i feel like this, like i`m being loved but also betrayed because of his mistakes from the past? Maybe he is not the problem! I am!

That`s why i`m here alone, after more then two years, still thinking at that very moment.

That`s why i`m here alone, after more then two years, still thinking at that very moment. Listening to the same piano song.

And you?

And you? Who knows whose arms are you in now...

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