two sleepy people

he's asleep on the parquet floor.

(i type this, as silently as i can, to avoid waking him up.
i want to finish this before i wake him up.)

i lie here watching him fall into deep sleep and i think of the other girls who have done the same. i think about the girls who have entered and exited his life. girls who knew him in a time before we met, girls that have shared moments with him, moments that can't be that different from those that i'm sharing with him now. i think, that i too, will one day exit his life. like them he tells me about, my heart will get broken too, and he, like how he has always been, will just move on silently.

but for now, i'll just watch him sleep.



* this is not an emo post. i'm not sad. just thinking, a little.