He lay on my bed covered in sweat, he was in a struggle to fully restore his normal state of consciousness from the physical entanglement a moment ago.
I admired him while I smoked my cigarette.
He had long lashes, his eyes werenāt big but they were deep like a pair of divine eyes.
He had a straight nose.
An attractive pair of provoking lips.
The upper lip was slightly thicker than the lower lip,
It was said thatĀ a person that possessed this physiognomy would love his spouse deeply.
As if aware of my line of vision, he opened his tired eyes and said in a soft tone:
āSmoking is bad for your healthā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā
I blocked his nagging mouth in time, we kissed to the point of almost falling into another round of strong exploration.
He talked a lot, I often listened to him speak to me like a talking parrot:
āWhy arenāt you eating properly?ā
āAnother one?! Didnāt you say that you only smoke two at night?ā
āThis celery is very delicious, if I lie to you Iāll be a puppy, if you donāt believe me then taste it, consider it as if I fooled you, take a bite, just taste it?ā
I always made promises in a perfunctory way:
āOkay okay, tomorrow Iāll eat properly.ā
āGot it I got it, from tomorrow Iāll listen to you.ā
āIāve eaten, you just went to get the food and didnāt see it, canāt you just consider it!ā
I havenāt made any other promises to you.
Because I was the one who was most clear about it, I didnāt have the courage and perseverance to fulfill it.
Iām selfish but I donāt want to be without you now, I donāt want to.