Breakfast dates —
You in sweatpants, me in your oversized hoodie.
Messy hair, freckled dewy face , dopey brown eyes , fatigued from last night , scars and blisters lit up by the morning sunlight. Nothing to hide , nothing to hide just as fresh as the morning light . We sipped our teas and then you stared at my lips and your lips touched mine and it tastes so luscious . Isn’t breakfast dates so unfiltered and exquisite unlike those fancy dinner dates so raw and scarred yet having it with the one so amiable and fair to your heart .…. just like those sweet crêpes and gypsy toasts .
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