Tuesday, July 21, 2009

You'll Never Realize How Much You'll Miss The Sun Until You've Felt It On Your Fingertips

Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel his fingers lace themselves between her own. He held her close to his chest because he knew. She would indeed be gone by sunrise. She ran her fingertips along the smooth contours of his body, committing each touch to memory. He smiled and they breathed each others' air. Sweet as honey and salty as the sea.

Departure leaves such a bittersweet taste. Goodbye, love.

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