Your kisses took my breath away, not because you were particularly bold or practiced since last time, but because when our lips met, I could feel it: that raw, naked yearning that lurked just under our carefully crafted masks of indifference. As I looked into your mesmerizing green eyes, soft under the scrutiny of my questioning hazel ones, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, you miss me as much as I miss you.
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This comment is in response to the comment you left on my most recent poem. Our situations seem fairly similar. My boyfriend and I are completely in love, but we've become that "boring married couple" at 19, and who wants that? I want passion, excitement, spontaneity...He and I discuss this and promise to fix it, but nothing ever changes. Sometimes I think we've run our course, and it's best to leave. Other times, I want to stick it out and see if it will fix itself. It's the hardest decision I've ever had to make. How do you give up a piece of yourself? How do you let the best thing that ever happened to you get away? I don't know the answer...but I do know that the hardest part of loving someone is knowing when to let that person go. I wish you luck, and I hope that whatever happens to each of us is for the best.
And thank you for all of your kind words on my mediocre writing. :]
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