“Why would anyone want to be missed?” She turned and smiled at him. “People don’t want to miss each other, they just do. It’s not a decision we make, it just happens” he replied. She smiled and touched his cheek. “Ok then, I won’t ask you to miss me, And since we don’t have a choice, you can kiss me like this.” ”Please...” he cried.
With that she kissed his lips.
And that was it.
That night he left his dreams at the doorstep of her eyes. His heart at the footsteps of her mercy. The next morning he went chasing the memory of the night before. He rang the bell twice and the echoe answered the door. She had left a message with the breeze but the wind had swept away the fragments of the kiss.
Don’t hurt me like this.
People don’t make a decision to miss each other. We just do. Strange how we’re by nature prone to hurt each other like this, without intent.