Kiss Me Like You've Met Me (Completed)
I wasn't looking for love-God, I'd stopped looking years ago. You only have to hear "sorry, you're beautiful but" so many times before the but starts to rot your bones. Dating felt like a locked door I wasn't meant to open. And then she walked in. Tanvi Chatterjee. Twenty-four, sharp grin, eyes that cut right through me.
She didn't offer love. She offered this. Friends with benefits. No dating. No future. Just nights that smelled of rum and lipstick, her laughter spilling into my mouth before I could even swallow the heat. I should've taken it for what it was-should've-but from the first time she touched me, I felt it. That strange jolt of recognition, like I'd found someone I'd been looking for without knowing it.
I told myself it was just her body I wanted. That the way I memorized her was just habit. That the reason I hated seeing her leave wasn't because it felt like breathing stopped. I kept telling myself these things even when I started counting the days between seeing her, even when I could taste her in my dreams.
She says this will end. I say nothing. Because endings are only real if you accept them, and I never have.