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The Last Time
I love this. I love him. Everything about him is perfect. His eyes. His lips. His chest. Everything. But his personality is even more breath taking. It seems as if all he cares about is others emotions. Which of course is good for me.
As I hold him close under the street light, he asks to leave for fear of getting caught. I tell him that there is one more thing that I want before this perfect night ends. A kiss.
So he starts to list off reasons on why he can't, but I pull him closer and whisper, 'i don't care'. And then softly and quickly kiss him.
One last time I hold him close, then walk away. Alone.
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