Of Kisses and Tears,

Our Valid Thoughts

I can’t stop thinking about him.

About our first kiss; how soft, almost unnoticeable it was.

How it was so quick, so fleeting that I had to take a moment to process if it had really happened.

And then there were the kisses afterwards, more purposeful and full of intent, but delicate nonetheless.

I keep thinking about his lips pressed to my neck, how wonderful a feeling.

How sweet he was, how considerate it all was.

I can’t stop imagining myself underneath him, those same lips on my own once again, but needier than before, as if waiting had taken a toll on us.

It’s been a year since I first imagined those lips grazing upon mine.

But it’s been worth the wait.

Yet, I’m not patient enough to wait even more.

I’m tired of waiting.

I’m crying as I write this.

You made me cry today.

It’s my birthday…

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