I was sitting in the backseat when I first met you and the streetlights sped past like camera flashes, telling me to remember this moment as I held my breath and tried to clear all the thoughts rushing through my head. My hair was in tangles and the cold air pricked away at my skin, stabbing into the darkness of the unknown. It was a nice moment, and I felt good to bethere even though I was aware of the potential situation I had put myself in. Maybe it was the intense amount of alcohol or maybe I had sensed that this night would be the start of all the things that I needed, but everything seemed a little bit more serene, a little softer and the world seemed a little kinder. I'll never forget that night.
And now we go back to the house and I watch you light up a cigarette on the porch and get lost in your thoughts whilst the smoke swirls it's way around the curves of your face and into the abyss. It's dark and the air is heavy at night now. You make me feel like I am home.
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