A FEW WEEKS POST BREAKUP
"What made you fall in love with him?"
"I don't know. All I remember is his lips. His lips have always been my favorite, even when they spoke the words that would lead to my demise," as I say this, I can't help but to let my fingers wander to my lips. Nolan's lips have crashed against mine over a hundred thousand times and I would do just about anything to have the two ample lines touch mine again. I miss the spark. I miss the uttermost softness of them. I miss running my finger over his bottom lip whenever I wanted him to listen to me speak. I miss nibble on the bottom lip and having him do it back to me almost instantaneously. I miss the way his lips would trail their way to the crook of my neck. I miss him. "From the very first kiss, I knew I was screwed."
BINABASA MO ANG
Late Night Thoughts
Short StoryA collection of things I wish I could've done differently expressed through conversations spent with fellow friend, Jack.
