I had not intended to write about this. It's so private. But I thought I deserve one last happy moment in this journal, so when I read through it when I'm older, I have something to look forward to reading. Some ray of sunshine in the darkness of the next few pages.
The kiss. I know, I never thought that would happen. But it did. And in kissing him, I gave myself to him. All of me. Heart, soul, mind and body. I was completely and utterly his.
And he is mine. Yes, he is.
We were in his car. In my driveway. Whispering and laughing and chattering. Because we were best friends. More than best friends.
His eyes filled my vision, I felt myself falling into them. His smile, his breaths, everything so close I could feel it coming. And the car grew hot and my heartbeats grew rapid and his smile grew closer and our bodies pressed together and we were kissing.
Our lips fit perfectly, like they were made for each other. Pulled tightly against each other by a magnetic force and energy that I knew had been coming. We couldn't be apart. I was fully and totally lost in him, floating farther and farther into the sea of love.
He has me. I'm his. I always will be.
I remember thinking that I had gotten him. I remembering thinking he's mine, he is.
But not anymore. Now, now suddenly... he isn't.
He isn't mine.
And it's his fault.
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