My Thoughts

Short story #3- Loves

The moment lasted such a short time- a split second, maybe less- but then again, it lasted forever. A flip of her hair, a small laugh because he said something dumb. A shy look toward him. And then the leaning.
It was the moment that you never realize is actually happening. When you're both leaning, but you don't really realize. When your eyes close on instinct and the tension becomes so pressed, so thick, you have to do something about it. the moment her lips meet his. when the passion, the hunger, the thirst is fulfilled. When she smiles because it feels natural, it feels right, and she hasn't felt that in a while. When he looks at her like he's happy, like he's finally found something good, that he's enjoying. when she realizes, she never wants to leave that moment.
and then she has to leave. for one reason or another, she has to leave. but she doesn't want to, so she stalls for as long as she can, and it's still not enough. when she holds on to the last moment for the moment, holding it in her hands as if it could break. and even when she does leave, it's still in her head, and she can't get it out.