Yesterday still feels like a dream I can’t quite wake up from. The air itself seemed softer, as if the world knew something special was about
to happen. When I saw A, my heart skipped that familiar beat — the one it only does for him. His smile had that quiet magic, the kind that pulls me in no matter how hard I try to stay composed
We talked for a while, laughing over small things, the kind of laughter that comes easily when you’re with someone who feels like home. Time
didn’t feel real — just us, in that moment, like the rest of the world
had faded away.
Then there was that pause — that sweet, silent space between words. His hand found mine, fingers brushing lightly, and suddenly I could feel everything: the warmth, the closeness, the quiet electricity
between us. When he leaned in, our lips met — soft at first, then deeper, fuller, like we’d both been waiting for that moment forever.
And somewhere in those kisses, between laughter and whispers, he left his mark — warm, teasing hickeys that still make me blush when I
see them in the mirror. But I don’t hide them. They remind me of him — of yesterday, of the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
Now, even though today feels ordinary, I can still feel the echo of his lips, the way my heart raced, and the quiet promise in his eyes. Yesterday wasn’t just a day — it was a memory that decided to stay.
to happen. When I saw A, my heart skipped that familiar beat — the one it only does for him. His smile had that quiet magic, the kind that pulls me in no matter how hard I try to stay composed
We talked for a while, laughing over small things, the kind of laughter that comes easily when you’re with someone who feels like home. Time
didn’t feel real — just us, in that moment, like the rest of the world
had faded away.
Then there was that pause — that sweet, silent space between words. His hand found mine, fingers brushing lightly, and suddenly I could feel everything: the warmth, the closeness, the quiet electricity
between us. When he leaned in, our lips met — soft at first, then deeper, fuller, like we’d both been waiting for that moment forever.
And somewhere in those kisses, between laughter and whispers, he left his mark — warm, teasing hickeys that still make me blush when I
see them in the mirror. But I don’t hide them. They remind me of him — of yesterday, of the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
Now, even though today feels ordinary, I can still feel the echo of his lips, the way my heart raced, and the quiet promise in his eyes. Yesterday wasn’t just a day — it was a memory that decided to stay.
