a little fiction you might find interesting
Good only for a song.
from the beginning we knew he'd only be here for 2 weeks.
those week were brilliance, a masterpiece.
it all went by so quick yet seemed like we'd been together so long with cartoon hearts above our heads when we kissed and everything.
we never said those 3 little words.
though I'm sure there were moments when we both wanted to, but for fear of it just being an urge.
too soon enough his last day came.
we walked in a field near by trying not to say goodbye.
then came the kissing, then the touching, then the undressing.
we made love (in the truest sense of the phrase I've ever experienced).
right there in the field.
and though it felt perfect we both regreted it in the morning.
said our apologies.
both got on our knees together and repented asked for forgiveness.
I stood on the platform at the plane station.
one last kiss for the first time with closed lips.
and there we said goodbye.
not with words, only with a sigh.
from the beginning we knew he'd only be here for 2 weeks.
those week were brilliance, a masterpiece.
it all went by so quick yet seemed like we'd been together so long with cartoon hearts above our heads when we kissed and everything.
we never said those 3 little words.
though I'm sure there were moments when we both wanted to, but for fear of it just being an urge.
too soon enough his last day came.
we walked in a field near by trying not to say goodbye.
then came the kissing, then the touching, then the undressing.
we made love (in the truest sense of the phrase I've ever experienced).
right there in the field.
and though it felt perfect we both regreted it in the morning.
said our apologies.
both got on our knees together and repented asked for forgiveness.
I stood on the platform at the plane station.
one last kiss for the first time with closed lips.
and there we said goodbye.
not with words, only with a sigh.