drabble
I fall in and out of love easily. I don’t always accept dates to movies or clubs (and eventually bedrooms) because then I would just be a whore. But I do occasionally practice monogamy . Though I never stay to cuddle too long because by about a week into the relationship, I'm already pining over some new hottie that frequents the cafe I work at. But fact of the matter is that I do fall in love easily. So it didn't come as much of a surprise when I started to let my hand linger on yours during go fish or that I began to stay up all night waiting for you to get back from your latest tryst. Or that my chest clenched when you finally did come back, sometimes at 2 AM (long after our roommates retired to their beds), sometimes in middle of breakfast (these would always be awkward - you walking in with your lips bruised and hair tousled, trying not to make eye contact with anyone at the dining table). I can’t forget the time you came back and I had already fallen asleep at the kitchen counter, a cold cup of tea in hand. I woke up as soon as the door squealed shut (we always complain about the noise but never actually go out to get some oil for the hinges) but I remained slumped over, too tired to do otherwise. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as your sock clad feet stepped closer to me. And then you caressed my hair for a few seconds, kissed it and whispered, “I’m sorry.” I’m sorry too. That I ever fell in love with you. Because I know I will never be able to fall out of it.
A/N: not me! i swear! just a character!