One Kiss
One kiss. One kiss,and I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place. Nothing mattered. It was like nothing had ever happened.
He looked at me with those mysterious dark eyes, and I wondered if he would ever hurt me again. I wondered if I would care.
How bad is that? Not good, and something nagged at the back of my mind, that maybe I should care. But it’s not pulling hard enough to take me from this spot. Right now everything was fine, more than fine.
I lived for these moments, even if the rest of it was hell.