I’m haunted by my memories. The memories of us, the
memories of you. Your smile, your laugh, the look you would give me, the
sparkle in your eye that gave me a hint as to what you were feeling. Every hug,
every kiss, every little bit of warmth that was caused by the both of us.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by the stories we shared with each other.
Stories of past mistakes and future goals, tales of our ambitious mentalities
and how we wouldn’t stop until we achieved everything. Thrilling pleasantries
of what we would do with each other if the cards that we were dealt were played
correctly.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by the expressions on your face when my
fingers decided to explore every part of your body. The explicit moans, the
awe-inspiring gasps, the joyous shivers and the content smile. The playful yet
rough force of our lips touching as clothes were ripped off and skin was
beginning to show.
But I have to leave it alone.
I’m haunted by everything that happened between us, all
sexual acts aside, what we had was unique. It was comforting and wonderful and
intriguing. We were cranium over toes for each other and yet neither of us
could fully understand it. I’m haunted by our time together, by our past, by what we
were, and most of all by you.
But I somehow have to leave you alone…
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