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Kiss

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you would kiss me, I would melt onto the floor everytime you would leave a kiss on my jaw. My weakness.

No one could ever understand how you would make me feel, my knees felt weak when you'd kiss my knuckles. When you'd count the amount of veins you could see on my hand and then kiss each one.

You loved when I would kiss that spot behind your ear while I'd hug you from behind, I loved seeing you flustered.

Or how you'd softly play with my hair to get my attention, and when that didn't work you'd use my weak spot. I'd crumble.

Even after all the hurt you'd caused me I don't think anyone could ever kiss me as lovingly as you did, I could never love anyone but you.

I miss your kisses, I miss your hugs. Sometimes I feel a shiver up my spin and something peck my jaw, I get flustered when I think it's you - but I don't believe in ghosts.

Today I felt that feeling and I was in my office, talking with my friends Tommy, and James. When they saw me blush do you know how embarrassing it was? And when they asked why I told them all about you.

I didn't think Tommy would understand but he sorta did, that was the first time he felt like my actual brother - which he always insists we are.

I hope he never reads this letter.

You know I just felt that peck on my jaw right now, I'm smiling.

Love, Wilbur