At twenty,
Andrew kissed me. It was sweet, but it wasn't like yours. Yours tasted like chocolate and a bit of cigarette yet his tasted like mint. I liked yours better. But I can't help it though, so I kissed him back. Maybe I needed to get you off of my mind already, that's why I said yes when he asked me out.
YOU ARE READING
The Hourglass.
Short StoryAt five, I met you for the first time. At eight, I fell in love with you. At twenty six, I watched you marry the girl you love the most in life. At twenty eight, you got your first child born into the world with such a happiness I could never give y...
