Dear, you.
It was few days after you left. All of our memories still haunting me.
And tonight, this memory hits me:
So, we were there, sitting in the sofa, listening some songs on youtube. We sang together as the time passed. You touched my left cheek, your fingertips ran to my neck, you pull my hair to the back of my head. You did it really slow, you came closer. I could feel your breathe, I knew exactly where this is going. You move your head a little bit to the right so our lips would meet comfortably. Your upper lip touched my lower. Our lips, it was both dry at first. Your heartbeat, it was really fast, I could feel it when I touched your chest. You started moving your lips, slowly and gently. Every moves of your lips just made me don't want to stop kissing you. "You are a great kisser", you said. Your tongue played mine really gently. You touched my belly, you touched my back, you grabbed my waist. You kissed my neck, hickey it and played your tongue there.
Everything was so fine, I couldn't ask for more. Every touches you made make me feel way too safe, way too comfortable so I didn't realize that even you could break my heart. I let you touched every parts of my body, so now they still remember every touches you made. They miss you. Every parts of them miss you. Especially my heart. I let you come in without accepting any thoughts that you would leave, but you did.
Where are those touches, my dear? Where have those kisses gone? Where did you go? Would you just for a second think about me? Would you feel this feeling? It hurts, darling, believe me. Honestly, I still want to be with you. I still want to taste your voice when we were kissing. Your breathe. Your smile, or even your laugh. I miss your kiss, darling. I miss your touches. I miss you, I really do.
