And in that moment, I wanted to be kissed angrily. I wanted to be shoved against a wall and kissed until my lips bruised, his aching pain seeping into my mouth as I took it away from him. I wanted him to emanate all of the anger he felt and shove it down my lungs, and then I wanted to push back, not with force, but with air. I wanted to turn that anger into love and turn the bruising kiss achingly soft. I wanted to remind him that life is much too beautiful to hate. - Based on a true story All Rights Reserved