Our Last Night

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I look into her beautiful brown eyes and she smiles. That's all I need. Her smile to reassure me that everything in the world doesn't matter and that it is only me and her that exist. But her smile fades and I know that insecurities and anxiety have crept into her mind poisoning every good thought she has. So I touch her face. My hands on her cheek. So soft and so innocent she is. She looks down at the ground, trying to hide the tears swimming down her face. I push her chin up and she looks at me. I kiss her. Delicately. Making sure I don't break her. My hand makes my way up and pushes the hair out of her face. Her beautiful face. Our lips part and I wipe the tears off of her face. She looks at me with fear. God I just want to hold her and never let her go. I wrap my arms around her body and her head rests on my shoulder. "Why are you crying? Did I scare you?" She shakes her head. "I don't want you to leave me ever. I want to spend eternity in your arms knowing that you will keep me safe from the things out there that will try to destroy us. But I know you'll have to go. Like everyone else will". Her voice is shaky and soft. I want her to know that I will never leave her. That she can spend forever in my arms as long as it makes her happy. But I can't tell her that. Because I know that as much as I don't want to, I will have to leave her. I hold her tighter because she makes me feel like a person again. She makes me feel like I am worthy of these breaths I am taking. She kisses me. I want her so badly. To be the reason she smiles and feels happy. I kiss her harder, not wanting the feeling of immortality to end. Air is not important when I am with her. The only thing that keeps me alive is knowing that she is okay. That she is with me. My heart starts to race as she takes my hand in hers and we pull off her shirt together, exposing her body to the cool air. She bites her lip in a look of arousal and I unbutton my shirt slowly. I do this on purpose. To tease her. To play with her emotions as she has done to me. Finally, my shirt is off and I stand there in nothing but an undershirt and my bra. She kisses my lips. Hers are soft and wet, almost painful knowing that some point I have to let go. She kisses my chest and I am whole again. I feel a pinch of pain as she bites me but the feeling of pleasure overrides it. Waves of intoxication flutter through me and I cry. She is so beautiful. She is everything good in the world. And she is mine to surrender to. She knows my feelings and my secrets. I know hers. We are one. She stares at me intensely, her eyes fluttering. God, how could she be so perfect? I kiss her neck and whisper in her ear "you are beautiful." I run my hands through her brown hair almost wanting to soak up every good memory of us. "I love you so much", I say to her. And even though I know it is time for me to leave, I hug her for what seems like eternity. 

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