the snow fell lightly as we hugged for what i knew would be the last time - under the great oak tree where we first met. it was acutely quiet, and our hushed, rushed voices seem to echo in unison with those of the Angels around us as finely powdered snow parachuted onto my lips.
you kissed me lightly, your warm familiarity melting the flakes from my trembling mouth. the last memory of your kaleidoscope eyes was a music box of red hot flashbacks - roadtrips, sun-kissed adventures and afternoons getting high with our friends in your back garden. of sights and sounds, laughter and frowns, this was the bridge that led us to you leaving me.
“but i don’t want to fall asleep with a broken heart…” i said with heavy breath. you pulled me close to your athletic frame, your hands on the small of my back and roaming through my hair. it was there, right there, a few hours before you had to board that plane, that i fell both in and out of love with you again.
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