I think I’m falling back in love with you

     Her ash blonde hair gathers in twisted little knots on the edge of his fingertips, the warmth of an emptied bottle of cheap wine spills from their tongues. Silence envelopes them, pointedly accusing them of all the things they left unsaid. “I think I’m falling back in love with you” she says, taking another drag of her cigarette, the smoke leaving her lips in minuscule curlicues.His hands come to a stop, caught within a knot of her hair.

      “You were in love with me?”

      “yea, once upon a time”