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Sleep to Dream:

Remembering him comes in dreams and flashbacks that I can't control. I tell myself it’s time to let go...but moving on from him is impossible when I still see our lives in my head. When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover. It’s not something you can recover from. A year of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you can't. Its an impossibility to recover from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other, day after day. Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. Loving him was like blaring your favorite song with the windows down on a summer day. Living without him is like slowly burning to death.  Torture.

“I might kiss you.” He states.

“I might be bad at it.” I counter.

“That's not possible,”He whispers, “Have you ever been kissed, Cy?” He rasps. Those damn butterflies take flight again. His eyes are clear amber color, so intense and hypnotizing.
“Summer camp, once, but it was just a peck, so I don't count it. Why?” I ask.
“Because I’m going to kiss you now.” He says as he leans down towards me. Our eyes meet and he dips his head until our lips were a breath apart. Every fiber of my being is crying out for him to kiss me, when he doesn't, I open my mouth to protest and that's when he lays claim to my mouth. Urgent and giving all at the same time. I melt into him. My knees start to give out so I cling to him. His strong arms hold me to his chest.He cups my face with both hands and stops touching his nose is to mine. “I like that I can be your first.” He growls. This. Man. Is. Hot. He tilts his head just so, and softly brushes his lips on mine. Electricity shoots through my body. I’ve never felt so turned on in my life. I respond immediately to him as he deepens the kiss and I let him, opening my mouth to his. My arms wrap around his neck and I push up on my tiptoes to gain better purchase. When his tongue leisurely slips into my mouth I moan and hope like hell that I’m not a terrible kisser.  His hands move from my face to my hair as he holds me to him. I don't ever want this kiss to stop. I feel it in my toes. It’s a foot popping kiss. I mold myself against his hard tall body as our kiss becomes more aggressive and he stiffens. He slowly ends our kiss and pulls back from me. I don't let him get far. I feel like a starved woman.