We went for a drive in your truck, not too far from my house but far enough. We talked about such trivial subjects. It was nice, but so was every other drive I'd been on with guys. It wasn't anything special so I don't know why I still think about you to the extent that I do. Without reason I was swarmed with butterflies, feeling small but impactful tingles when you touched me, your hands in my hair and your lips only centimetres from mine. I couldn't help but smile, it felt so nice.
Things got heated as they normally would when I went out with boys, we drove back to my house and picked right up on the heated session that had only stopped minutes before. Gentle yet rough is the only way to describe it. I walked outside with you as you unlocked your truck and lit up a cigarette. I smiled as you turned the engine on, door open. you stood there, taller but only a by a bit. We kissed goodbye, something that I'd never done before, something I hadn't done since my breakup. It was as if until that point that someone had stored all the butterflies in a tightly sealed box and when we kissed, they lifted the lid broke. I erupted in a feeling I hadn't felt in such a long time.
We talked some more, I don't know why I felt like a school girl with a crush. It was only a tinder hookup after all.
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Melancholia
Romance"a man who had brought her nothing but misery" I thought I was in love once, but that wasn't enough. I hope you find this interesting. it's such a strange new experience for me to share such intimate details about my personal life. I often find it s...
