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You were in front of me, we were back in school. You had that look in your eyes that used to be reserved only for me when you wanted to kiss me. And you did.
I felt all the pain I went through again. The knowing but not knowing… Walking from you that afternoon…
You hurting me…
Leaving me in darkness…
Sleeping with her arm around you…
My angel in blue…
Then we were back.
I asked why…
And you said because I remembered why I loved you….please be my girlfriend?
And I whispered, I remembered you hurt me and left me scarred… And walked away once more with tears in my eyes…..

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I remember making out with you on the green couch in my parents house. It was late and you were laying on top of me and the clock would not stop ticking. I felt like it was ticking so loudly, the whole world could hear the seconds go by. But then I could probably hear it because everything else was so silent. Silence and your lips on my lips. Silence and the smack of wetness between teenagers. Winterfresh gum. Aqua Blue. Smack smack, tick, tick. Winterfresh smack. Winterfresh snack.

It was too late for other noises, so my parents must have heard those wet tongues, awkward touches and occasional… moans? Part of me wanted you to touch me and part of me wanted you to behave. What would it even have felt like if you had tried to feel me? Probably not so Winterfresh. That couch was so uncomfortable and that clock was so loud and that gum got sort of stale. There comes a point in kissing when it just starts to feel weird. You start to think about what you are doing with your tongue. Where to put your hands. How your neck is getting sore. Why you are being crushed under a sweaty teenager.

So you went home. At least I didn’t get in trouble for missing curfew.

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