Burning Lips in Her Hair

Sunsets painted with little streaks of pink were her favorite. She liked the gold in the clouds and the way the sun smiled, saying “I am here for you.” Like a friend, hugging her with warmth, fiery arms around her shoulders, burning lips in her hair. She could almost believe there was really someone else in the room. She could almost believe that he was here. He was here and he was laughing and he was making her dinner and he was smiling. And she was smiling and she was hugging him and she was telling him “I love you.”

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