the twentieth time they kissed hadn't happened yet
it hadn't happened because he had stopped communicating with her just after valentine's day
she had texted him multiple times, but with no reply
she sat on her couch wondering where he had gone and ate from a pack of strawberry candy because she craved the taste
but it wasn't the same
she wished he would just talk to her, tell her where he went and why he left
but he wouldn't text her back, or call, or communicate in any way
so she just sat around
waiting
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strawberry lemonade || h.s. short story
Fanfictionkissing him was strawberries his lips tasted like strawberries she hated the taste of strawberries, but she loved the taste of him
