And then he kissed me. His grip on my waist was so strong that I couldn’t let go, even if I wanted to. And I didn't. I ran my fingers through his soft brown hair, his skin was exceptionally warm; like he was running a fever. But it was always smooth. I breathed in the familiar musky smell I loved. He always smelled like the forest, like freshly cut grass on a Summers day, the fallen pines from a Christmas tree, and wet, damp earth after a rainstorm. I wanted this moment to last forever, right here and right now. This could have been the last opportunity I had to get my boy. To save him and to keep him for always. I traced the initial ‘L’ on the back of his neck, in some sort of desperate attempt to embed it in his heart also. And then it was over. Over before I knew it, over before I could even react to his kiss. I had just sat there, savouring the moment. I started to fight back, grabbing his neck roughly, attempting to pull him back in for more. But he shrugged me off, he had never rejected me like that. With one last longing look. I thought he was going to come back, grab me and never let me go. I thought he was going to tell me he loved me, and embrace me until it grew dark. But it was already growing dark, and he had gone. Leaving me cold and alone. He went back, to her.
*Edited again 12th July 10'

*sniff* Sad. Very sad.