The world came together the moment we kissed. We stopped and unwound time through the whorls of our fingertips. I still remember the way I stole glimpses of your eyes between moments of flashing lights. Not actually listening to whatever song was playing but instead, cherishing the feeling of the deep bass in the hollow of my chest and the caress of your hands on the back of my neck. I wonder if you tuned out the moment the way I did. It makes me wonder where the wind goes when it gets knocked out of a person; does it go find its way to another and replace the feeling of emptiness in them? That'd be nice.

I knew in between the movements of our lips that I'd never fully get over you because no matter how much I convince myself that there is something or someone new waiting for me where I am right now, there are people we never get off of us no matter how much we try to scrub the memory of them off our broken skin.