Christmas Lights

Notes

And when we kissed it all felt the same again. Like we were back in Brooklyn, Christmas lights from the window lighting you up in a maliciously sexy red, your smile getting me through the rough winter nights. We were so happy then, stealing grabs in the night, listening to the same songs over and over while we waited to see who’d make the first move.

Fifty/fifty.

Have we strayed so far that we can’t stray back? We must have left some breadcrumbs along the way. I love that hoodie on you. Lets run back. C’mon, honey, I know we can.