The moment I think of us it rushes through my face the burning sensation of how warm your hands felt to the touch, why me, right?
Kiss me I'd say and he'd kissed me back.
Who is this I speak of? Matt. But he hated me now.
Sylvester was my friend, my lover and my partner. I was scared he'd leave to so I tried not to get too hooked.
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