I noticed how your skin creased mildly around the corner of your lips. How the smooth of your cheek merged into the valley of your neck- and the slight hairiness of it. How the follicles near your ear stood up each time you exhaled, and the incandescence of them in my dimly lit bedroom. I noticed the one nibbled nail of your middle finger- the one you raise to me every now and then, how the little calluses had formed around it. I realized that your recently straightened hair tickled me a lot more than the soft fluffy one before. I wondered whether my reply in the negative on your gaining weight question had anything to do with the peaceful look on your face as you slept. You should know- I've been around way too much to fall for that question.
And that before you had dozed off your last words were "There is no us."
They say that the in-betweens are always the best.