On the couch, they sat close. The TV on. Feet comfortably on the coffee table. An electric fan softly humming nearby. Each listening to the other breath. Cold water on two glasses, condensed air caught by the cold like lucent pearls, slowly forming and falling. A smile softly crossing on moist lips.
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I listen to you, and the world outside fades. Your voice is like a rhythm, in tune with the beating of my impetuous heart. You speak and a sound rolls up like a distant familiar song echoing again and again in the deepest part of my spirit. I listen to you and I have hope.
I see you and something inside me stirs. You are beautiful. I see you and it’s as if a spark ignited in the middle of a forest, and the fire that consumes everything starts to burn. I see you and I know it’s too late.
I listen to you speak of saying yes, of love rising from the impossible, of one endless kiss. I listen to you and it’s as if there was only you and me, and all your words are gifts lovingly made for no one else but me, each carefully laid before my feet.
I see you and I start to forget. I forget that there are reasons why they say that things are too good to be true. I forget about principles, and sensibility, and consequences. I forget about hurting and being hurt. I see only you, and that smile on your lips, and you drawing those lips to mine, ever closer.
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Jae kissed Robin. Robin kissed back. And the lines that shouldn’t be crossed were like writings on the sand caressed by the inevitable wave.
They kissed, and everything faded away.
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