Reading Steph's post made me finally get something on paper . . . granted, she's being super secretive and not allowing if her writing is memory or fantasy, but mine's a memory that I've been wanting to get down for a while, so:
“Your smile always looks so sad.”
He laughed at me as he always did.
“What makes you say that?”
“I’ve never seen lips that can turn up and yet down at the same time. You’re thinking of something.”
He laughed again. This time shorter. Almost harsh in quality.
“You’re presuming again. You don’t know me as well as you think.”
“You won’t let me.”
The smile stopped. Something in his eyes changed.
“You won’t give me a reason to let you.”
The soft breath of his sigh hit my cheek.
He shook his head ever so slightly before placing his lips softly against mine.
Just a second and the kiss ended.
Before I could taste his breath on mine.
He was right.
Loving someone hurt too much.
I couldn’t be hurt that badly again.
I wouldn’t recover.
A solitary tear traced the path of my lips.
His tongue caught it.
If anyone deserved to be loved, it was him.
“Just hold me.”
His arms drew around me and I could feel the tension in his arms.
“Don’t make promises. They won’t last.”
The tension increased.
But they didn’t.