Sweater Weather
A day where the clouds are blissfully melancholic and the sky is grey while it would be pouring as if the God himself was pleased to see us in this trance. A moment when my heart beats too fast for me to clearly hear the sweet nothings you are whispering in my ear. Until there's a knot in my throat that makes it dry as well as too difficult for me to swallow. A bed on which both of us are tangled by our limbs with me in your sweater and I could hear the rain loudly inbetween our silent exchanges of stolen kisses and secret embraces. Where you would hesitate but still hold me and I'll feel too much to even say a single word to express. The silence would be just too comfortably killing for us to do anything but look at each other lost in the thoughts which holds us back from pouring our hearts out while the rain pours as if begging for us to do so.
"𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝕴 𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚."
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