It was summer when we last saw each other.
Heads bowed together, foreheads touching and breaths mingling.
You eyes were filled with sorrow and I bet mine were mirroring yours
Lashes wet with tears we refused to shed and lips pressed tight afraid if we let go words we will regret will come spilling out.
The night was breezy a welcomed change from the infernal heat of the day. An eerie calmness was surrounding us magnifying our labored breaths and the beats of my heart too.I lifted my hands and with a gentle touch I pressed it against your cheek rubbing that small indent underneath your eye a scar from the bicycle accident when you were 9, I remember crying when you fell and you with your bloodied shirt pressed on the wound comforting me with that big boxy grin of yours . I cupped your face carefully as if you were precious porcelain afraid to break you even though I suspect I already did.
I brushed the pad of my thumb on your now parted lips. You leaned in a bit, an automatic response of some kind of muscle memory you might say.
Your eyes were closing on their own and I became a bit bolder then running my finger all over your bottom lip wanting to feel your lips against mine, to feel your fingers threaded in my hair and your warm breath on my neck.
I moved my hand to the back of your head feeling the soft strands of your hair wondering will this be the last time I get to have you this close ?
"I love you " was sitting on the edge of my tongue fighting to get out but I know saying it will only make things more difficult.
Your eyes were looking at me now, open and big and so vulnerable holding mine hostage
I always wondered how you seem to hold the entire universe in your eyes, how they seem to captivate me this hard or how a single look from you can make me weak and hopeless.
A tear made it's way down your cheek. Wetting my finger in the process and breaking my heart too.
I saw the fight leave you then, I felt your hands roughly grab my face and before you closed the distance between us I pulled you close and pressed my lips against yours
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Wonder
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