Yah that was once a time in which we sabotaged our feelings to give unknown petrichor of nothingness.

Though the clouds existed and so did the wind which blew off my hair to touch his face and made both of us feel a tincher in the tip

May be that was just nothing.. But yeah once a time we waited a whole week just for another fight...

The fire in his eyes felt like a dazal in the sky and his touch felt fucking good.

Yeah there was a time when we could talk for hours without thinking about anything else