Borrowed Time

once again, she wanted to be with him. but she knew it wasn't the right thing to do.

but all she could think about, as she tries to lull herself to sleep, is him. how it would calm down the turmoils inside her head. how she would feel peace, even just for a moment. enough to bring her to sleep.

but despite a momentary hesitation, he comes to her in the middle of the night. just like he used to. he lays down beside her, wraps his arms around her and starts kissing her face. the tears that keeps on staining her face were now gone. a smile on her face, as she closes her eyes and tries to push away the gnawing thought that she is the other woman.

why does it still feel right to be with him again? the breath on her face is the breath of the man she has loved for so long. and is still loving.

she closes her eyes. he whispers to her loving words she so wants to hear. but she knows that all of these are not real.

nothing is real on borrowed time.