He was the ‘no string attached’ type of guy.

A lot of people says a lot of things.

But, he can careless what others have to say.

He was just being himself.

He was staying true to himself.

Just himself.

No promises. No attachments.

 

He had all those women spending their nights with sinful thoughts, hoping for maybe a text or call. With every action he had shown, with every word he had spoken, they were an attraction.

 

We were like cigarettes—dragging, puffing and throwing it out. One after another we had fallen for his sweet dreadful soul.

 

Everyone was fighting to be his light… even I was hopeful at some point.

.

.

.

Every drag, I wanted to be his light.

Every puff, I wanted to be his last.

But…

… that commitment was not something meant for him nor I.

 

Our relationship was unknown.

Not me…

Nor him…

Knew what kind of relationship we were in.

We aren’t couples nor were we committed.

 

I was like his cigarettes.

Lighting up,

Burning out.

Lighting up again.

Burning—

Out.

 

 

 

 

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