You do not turn the lights off
immediately; you aren’t ready to sleep yet. You are not
tired. So you stare. You stare at the tiny, almost invisible golden
hairs on her left cheek. You look at her nose and trace the raised
ridge it made on her face. You carefully inch your mouth closer to
hers and try to breathe in the air she breathed out. You feel
grateful that she’s already unconscious because she might
think you’re a freak, but you know that she won’t. She
smells faintly like cherry and mint. You stare some more and you
kiss her hair while your heart overflows and you think “i
cannot lose this.”
and then one day you do.