Reconciliation
If I'm being honest with myself:
I liked kissing you.
The smooth touch of your cheeks was something that sent sparks flying through my chest.
Your smile is unforgettable, the real, genuine, can't help yourself, huge smile of yours.
Your laugh. I can hear it now. You would role your head back and push your hand against your lips when something was irresistibly funny.
I was me. No charades or games. Just me, and you held on as long as you could.
It was rough and fiery, and crazy, and wild, and fun, and unbelievable, and romantic, and incredible, and painful.
And you held on for as long as you could.
You did.
I can be thankful for that.
I liked kissing you.
The smooth touch of your cheeks was something that sent sparks flying through my chest.
Your smile is unforgettable, the real, genuine, can't help yourself, huge smile of yours.
Your laugh. I can hear it now. You would role your head back and push your hand against your lips when something was irresistibly funny.
I was me. No charades or games. Just me, and you held on as long as you could.
It was rough and fiery, and crazy, and wild, and fun, and unbelievable, and romantic, and incredible, and painful.
And you held on for as long as you could.
You did.
I can be thankful for that.