and she talked and talked about him, with fascination, amusement, joy, pride and just a bit of longing, as if he used to hold her hand and now he doesn't, as if he left before anyone said goodbye and had the chance for one last kiss.
"He had eyes that could sink a ship, ones you could drown in. And I guess I did. How easy it was for kissing him to become a suicide mission. I held my breath, and sunk into his skin." -Kahla Mercadante
