People spoke of Harry in such a way that they barely touched the surfaced. He was supposed to be just a womanizer, a party animal who never got enough. He was so much more. He lived like a fire. So dangerously passionate that everyone around wanted to at least to touch the smallest part of him in an attempted the feel the way he felt about life. I remember the first time I kissed him and it was better than the dawn and the dust and had more life than anything I had ever felt. And everyone believed he wanted to have a girlfriend just for the kissing and the sex but he wanted so much more, and I remember the time he whispered in my ear, "I will love you until you fade and everything else is just skin and breathe and skin."
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