Like when you are incredibly drunk and each step seems almost other worldly, as though gravity is working differently and you may just topple over at any moment, or everything around you seems to be going just that little bit too fast.
I never miss that smile when remembering the night we stood alone in the rain. Those soft, red cheeks promised a comfort no one else could give—a phantom I wish to hold just once more, had those lingering eyes not revealed a soul that never truly belonged to me.