juxtaposition

'hey there emo kid. i know you.' she says to him when she finally catches his eye. back pressed against the building, cigarette in her hand. his eyes ask, 'who me?' 'yes you' she replies. as he moves closer she continues, 'i remember you. from the other night. you probably don't remember me, no one ever remembers me.' and as she finishes her words, a tiny smile steals across his yet unmoved lips. he reaches out, cups her face in his rough hands. his thumbs caress the softness of her cheeks and she can feel the day's work in his touch. he presses his hips into hers. leaning toward her, eyes never leaving hers, he takes her breath with his. when their lips finally meet, soft and slow, a warmth takes over her body as she suddenly remembers to breath. and she knows she is home.