October 9, 2012
Remember when I first kissed you? You gasped, and I caught the gasp in my teeth and swallowed it whole. You tasted like Wrigley's doublemint, icy but warm. Remember the way we held hands in the cinnamon dusk that October evening? Electricity sparking between us, causing my heart to race, and me to wonder if you could feel the ragged pulse in my fingers. Remember sitting in my? car, thick and dark unspoken words hanging between us, silence blaring, quietly crying at what could never be? I remember.

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