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He tastes like coffee on my tongue, feeling his lips against my cheeks and on my lips. And his fingers on my hips make me feel like nothing ever changed, that we are still the same, and I love it. I haven't felt this in so long, knowing that he is who I've wanted all my life. Perhaps this isn't why I got that upset because I knew we would be back here, in this position, starting over. I wouldn't start over with anyone else but you.