You kissed me today. A real kiss.
We haven't been talking, you want to break up.
Comments to each other all the time, now.
I still tell you I love you, because I do.
You stopped loving me months ago.
And yet, today, you kissed me.
You took my face in your hands, just like
you used to so long ago now.
You pulled me down to you, and gave me a
kiss that made my heart race.
I couldn't help it, I grabbed you all at once,
and returned that kiss with almost all I had.
It was wonderful. It had been so long.
I almost couldn't believe it was really happening.
It was so passionate, you started to moan. You're
breathing was heavier. lt filled me. Then...
you said, "stop!" and pulled away. Smiling.
And now you say, still, you want break up.
No, I don't want you to lie to me!
Why did you kiss me like that? Why did
you kiss me at all? This isn't right.
...Don't kiss me anymore. Just don't.
That kiss was meaningless, on your part.
I hate to say it, as much as I needed it,
Don't ever do that to me again.
Please, don't.
