December 5th, 2011 at 5:17PM

“I hate that I’m so ordinary.”

He gets up off the window sill, where we had been talking for hours, and walks over to me. He pulls me gently against him, my head softly buried in his chest. He’s so warm and he smells so sentimental.

“You’re not ordinary. Come here. You’re not ordinary.”

With his left hand he gently lifts my chin and kisses me. His breath smells like cigarettes. He slowly pulls his lips from mine and studies my face.

“Definitely not ordinary.”

#Why it's too hard to walk away#Em.
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