temporary

I love the idea of us spending time together, whether you will remember those days or not. Hanging out for a couple of times in the downtown area. I was looking for even a small sign of an attraction when you ran your fingers on my right hand, stating that my skin wasn't smooth as you expected it to be. I'm just in love to the fact that I have something to look back - pretty or not. I love the details of our meaningless conversation, though we both get ourselves wasted on those days. There was nothing touching about your words. They were empty and floating - and I felt like you were being a little too curious about my self by asking questions about how I broke up the last time. You'd probably forget the specific things about those days - but I managed to remember you frequently. I love the idea of having moments with you because now I had something to write about : you. I love the idea of us being together ... temporarily.