#282.
I don't want to say anything. All I want to do is keep moving like this forever. The tiny rivulets of rain working their way through my hair, and your warm jacket embracing me. Us. I know in a couple of minutes we'll have reached the stop, but it feels like right now, we're walking on eternity. A few seconds feeling like a lifetime. It's just so close to perfect. I wish the stop was further away, because it's in sight now. And with every step I take, I feel it getting closer, and closer. I don't want to go our separate ways. But regardless, I know it's going to have to end, this moment is going to have to come to a halt. I'm going to get on that bus, and you're going to watch it speed off before you make your own way back. You won't be able to keep me warm for much longer. The stop is getting even closer, a few meters away at most. I stumble a bit, you steady me. I want to walk slower, but then you'll get a hint of how I feel. Two more steps, I feel the water stinging the back of my eyes. Home, I'm headed to my home, you're headed to yours. We've reached the stop, the bus pulls over. You turn around to face me. Instead of the expected goodbyes, you ask,
"So, hey, is it okay if I come with you?"

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
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