I don’t expect you to like me

In fact, I never expected anything from the beginning. You met me while I was under the influence of alcohol. I talked to you because I was finding a reason to stay up late, because I was bored and because the one whom I wanted to talk to was nowhere to find. I talked to you just because. And that just because brought us together watching the dawn by the shoreline. A romantic occasion for lovers, a strange moment for strangers—

Like us.

Days after we were hanging out and we were making out. Right there and then, when we cut the thrill and all the chase that could have happen in between, I thought everything would be over. Well, everything is the wrong word. It should be something. Because right there and then, when I felt your tongue in my mouth, when I felt your tongue gliding down till you tasted what’s between my legs, I felt like you were trying to uncover more of me. As if I was a gift wrapped in five layers of papers.

Well, actually, I am. And you have already peeled off the first and second one.

But you should know that the last remaining papers will reveal that I am nothing but an accident waiting to happen. I am nothing but a self-destructive girl who wants to breathe in a world where love is not defined by strength but by excitement.

And maybe you, too.

And I will wait for that moment—that moment when I will regret talking to you just because I was finding a reason to stay up late, because I was bored and because the one whom I wanted to talk to was nowhere to find.