The Final First Kiss
At the end of the day, we are all hell bent on the notion that love is the only thing that can save us. At that particular moment, when he started into her eyes, he stared into her soul. It was an insight into the world that existed inside her. There he was looking into the eyes of the person he loved the most in the world and her pupils were the light emitting sources in that dark staircase... Then theirs lips united for the first time and every other sound, other than the sound of his breath, faded away. He didn't just kiss her with his lips, he kissed her with every inch of his body. He knew he wasn't going to see her for a long time. Words couldn't convey the intensity of his love anymore... How do you bid farewell to your other half? How do you say goodbye to a part of yourself? That kiss had to be the ultimatum, the summary of his love for her in five seconds. That day she didn't feel like she was a person, she felt like a cloud; floating on a higher level, floating way above the ground and yet heavy with the dew of love inside her heart. A few minutes, that felt like a few years, passed and he finally drew back. He had to walk away now. He left but he took half of her with him.
He left and he never really ever returned. And now years have passed like seconds and he still has half of her with him...dumped in some corner of his bedside drawer.
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