Some Sort of Sick Twisted Love Story

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At first I didn’t recognise him, but when I did, I was overjoyed. I hadn’t seen anything like him in so long. I had forgotten his smell, his smoothness, the way he stuck on my fingers. It felt comforting to know that familiarity I had loved so many years ago.

We were introduced by a mutual friend, I thanked her so much. I couldn’t wait to hold him again, and dare I say, to taste him again. I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss that the most.

I couldn’t judge him, it had been a while. But I noticed the slight changes about him, and they weren’t what I was expecting. Maybe it was me. Maybe I had changed.

I had to finish what I was doing before I could really enjoy him, and when it was time he was already stuck on me. He hit my tongue and instantly, I lit up. I felt the fire I felt the first time I tasted him. He was so hot.

At first all I knew was his hotness, but when I was able to look past that I felt how sweet he could be. I truly believed that it might last, that I might be able to cherish this sweetness forever. But deep down, in the part of my heart that listened to reason, I knew it would end.

I wasn’t surprised when he left, it happens every time, and I know it happens with other people too. He’s there and it feels like he will stay, then in an instant he’s gone. As quickly as he comes, he’s gone. Every time there’s a little part of me that leaves with him, and it takes time before it can grow back. He will always fade away, but I will always want more.

It’s the same with everyone.

First it's really hot, then it's really sweet, then it just fades away.

It's kind of sad.

Like some sick twisted love story.

Those Listerine strips get me every time.