That first night we shared together
kept replaying in my head.
The awkwardness
The first kiss.
I loved how his lips felt against mine.
How he gently caress the side of my face while kissing me.
How he traces his fingers across my thighs,
The way he pull me closer
How he stares at me.
He use to take pictures of me everyday.
He use to say those sweet words to me
He used to be mine.