When You Left

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        I think the biggest difference between us was in the way we kissed.

        You so fully and without hesitation. Like, you wanted me right then and there and nothing would stop your ferocious lips from devouring mine. You would press your body to mine until it was hard to tell where one person began and the other person ended.

Your heart beat would thrum hard and fast like a hummingbird against your ribs. Your lips would be hot and passionate, and your breaths would be labored. It was the kind of kiss that made your knees weak and the air sucked out of your lungs.

I kissed like I wasn’t sure if I was allowed. I would meet your needy lips softly and hesitant. It wasn’t until you would pull my lip between your teeth that I would kiss you like I wanted to consume you. Like I wanted us to melt, so that we could become one person.

My heart would completely stop in my chest, always afraid that you would pull away in disgust and laugh at me for even thinking you would want to kiss me. My lips were always nervous, but devouring. I would make little movement, until encouraged because I knew it could be taken away at any moment.

I miss the feel of your lips,

Daisy

P.S. I spent Thanksgiving with Archie. I laid out a blanket against the soft soil of his grave and brought his favorite food –PB & J- and I talked to him for hours. Mostly about you. I wonder what he would tell me. Probably to forget about you, that you’re a fuck up. But, who knows what he would say? I haven’t seen him in almost fourteen years.