I felt his lips press against mine and I was in love. His hand slipping down my cheek to rest upon my chest as we kissed.
I never knew it would be our last till it was too late. He was killed not in a physical way but a mental one. His mind was still there and intact but he forgot me.
I loved him with everything I was and then he was gone. Like a flash.
I shouldn't be crying he still lives and has continued his life but somethings missing..what could it be?
I gone to find myself in places I shouldn't have even looked but every time its over I find myself wanting his touch again. how could I have been so stupid.
He was right there watching me and wanting me. Even though something was highly different about him there he stood before me one evening and his hands went to my waist. Then slowly but surely his lips came on mine. He kissed me like he had never kissed me before. It was deeply passionate and he pulled away after a long while. He whispered to me how much he loved me and that he was sorry but something happened to him back then. He figured out what went wrong and changed it just to be with me. I love him still.
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