you had your eyes closed, completely engrossed in the moment. there was dreamy music pumping softly through your earphones. you had the left one, while the man to lying next to you had the right one.

you were spread apart from each other on the grass, far enough so that your fingertips barely brushed one another's. he was always curious about your music, and how it connected so deeply to you.

the song brought back immense nostalgia, reminding you of early mornings and late night alike. it brought back to you a aftertaste of feelings from back then. the song was timeless.

you didn't see the way he turned his head, staring softly at you. you were completely relaxed. he studies your eyebrows, your eyes, how pretty your lashes look. how your cheeks glow under the moonlight. he studied the cupid's bow of your lip, the colour of them. his eyes were hungry for the image of you.

the two of you could live like this forever, lying in the soft grass, under never ending sky, completely calm. sharing something that leaves you so vulnerable and open. enjoying the soft breeze, the smell of earth, the warmth from his barely-there touch.