Her stare was greater than anything.
I remember when my eyes first set their gaze upon her. She had her hair styled into cute pigtails, a smile plastered on her mouth, her eyes were twinkling with laughter and she had her arms around her friend.
I remember how jealousy coursed through my veins; this hot burning feeling. If emotions had smells, I am certain that I would have been emitting a strong, prominent smell of scorched blood. Then her arms fell away and she saw me.
She ran up to me.
The torrid smell would have turned into a pleasant aroma, like baked goods.
I remember how tiny she was in my arms, I had this feeling that I had to protect her; I would prevent any harm from even damaging one of her hairs. She was mine.
Her lips tasted like honey. I would drown in them if I could. It would be a happy death.
Her hands were delicate, caressing my cheeks ever-so-slightly that I thought I imagined her touch.
I thoroughly miss her. I wish we were still together. She completed me. And I hoped I would have completed her.
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Sprinkle of Words
RandomA book of midnight thoughts. Small pieces of writing that I produced while gazing deep into the void of my mind...or maybe staring too hard at the ceiling while trying to sleep?
