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I thought about our last kiss, how it felt and the way you tasted.

dear luke,

do you remember what happened in that field? I wonder if you do. I remember, that was the first time we kissed and when we admitted our feelings for each other even though we were drunk off our asses. but it made me think of our last one. it was in the car when we were in the airport. you didn't want me to go with you because you knew I wouldn't have let you go. that was the truth. I just remembered how you tasted like that fruit that you didn't eat but still tasted like it, strawberries. and when you walked away from me, I put my head down on the steering wheel and bawled my eyes out. i've got to go now.

-m.c.

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