Dreams are better when seen with closed eyes. But even better when you are living it. Dreams are the ones you aspire to live. But what do we call those dreams we actually get to live? What do we call the reality that feels like a fallacy? And why do we want our fantasies to be the ultimate reality?
When I kissed him, I feared that the moment was nothing but my imagination. When I was kissing him, I forgot about everything. My eyes were closed, not even seeing him. I was only feeling him. Inhaling his scent, having a taste of him. A taste that made me crave for more. He was a drug, a drug I didn't want to get rid of.
He pulled me closer to him, his fingers on my waist as he tried to taste the deeper part of my mouth. At this point, the sour and sweet taste of the drink was long gone. Wh
