I’ve never done this before, ever. Normally I wake up in the morning and the girl I spent the night with has already disappeared. Not you. You stayed with me all night, I even woke up to you spooning me? That’s never happened to me either.

I think I found something out about myself.. I prefer being little spoon.

You made me breakfast around two hours ago, a full English. I think you did it because I’m an obvious Brit hanging around in New York. I forget that what I do isn’t necessarily pleasant, I won’t tell you since I’m not sure how far you actually want to take this. I don’t even know why you stayed.

The food was great anyways, we stuck around on the balcony for awhile and I washed it down with like five cigarettes, enough for you to grow concerned anyways. You just simply asked me “Why?”. I can’t even give you an answer because I simply don’t know. It became a habit as soon as I was legal to even have a puff.

You told me you quit smoking awhile ago because you were way too addicted. I personally think you’re only saying that to influence me to stop too. I won’t, more so I can’t. It just calms me down, I don’t even like the taste of it. It’s kinda like drugs but there’s no after effects, just corrupts my lungs a little more.

“I don’t think I’ll stop for a long time.” I mumble, throwing another bud off the balcony.