Silence roared in the room. Breeze made an entrance through the windows, slowly filling up the space, embracing wherever it goes. The crumbled walls whispered the  stories of ex-stayers. Our bodies entangled in the moonlight so as our souls. He caressed my skin with his hands and dragging me into his messy life. I rested my head on his chest, his heart burning like wildfire. His lips touched mine, tasting his cheap-rated cigarettes and softness of skin. Darling tongues danced, making new dance moves. Our breaths collided and falling into the abyss of love. His hands on my back, mine on his, driving crazily in the woods. Then he looked at me in the midst, grabbed my face and said; I love you, I'm not sure but I love you. We did look at the fluorescent stickers at the ceiling, but he carried umpteenth stars with him and I fell for him but never did though. It is a mixture of emotions. We made black coffee, took heavy blankets, cocooned ourselves with it and sipped the coffee while sharing the silence. We then talked about love but that's not even love. It's the line between love and love where we would fall into the chasm of chaos, it's bliss and so blue. We lay wide  awake thinking it is always now but..