Luca kissed me.
It felt like we kissed for hours and I couldn't get enough but at the same time I couldn't breath.
Then when we broke away, the way he looked at me, made my heart stutter in my chest.
I hadn't been kissed in two years.
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Short Story#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.
