The paper was on his desk glaring at him with those words that seared to his soul. The blue ink stood out against the white, so plain to see and so was his agony.
He did not move, he just stared down at the paper feeling his heart pound.
Every cell within him wanted to run outside, catch her in his arms before she left for good but he did not move.
Inside his heart screamed; what are you doing!?
Inside his mind screamed back: saving my life!
The words burned onto his heart for eternity.
The memory was always there; the feel of her lips against his. Her eyes were bright with desire and his body trembled with barely contained need.
They lost themselves in one another. Drunk on each other. Not caring about tomorrow. Enjoying the moments as they came. Confident that there would be a tomorrow.
A kiss is just a kiss
until it is with someone
you will truly miss
"I do miss you little one. I'm sorry...so sorry I could not be the your shoulder." he whispered as he scooped up the paper and crumbled it in his hand.
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