Forever ended to soon. Every memory, every touch runs through my mind on a constant loop. A painful reminder of what is gone. We promised forever, and forever had just begun. It’s too soon for it all to be over.
If I close my eyes, I can almost feel our last kiss. His lips on mine, a gentle touch. So feather-light it felt like falling into a dream. It spoke of happiness and companionship. It was perfection born of simplicity. It spoke of love. So different from our fevered kisses of youthful lust. Those were clawing need. They knew nothing of patience or the calm found in one another’s presence.
If I had only known it was our last. Though if I had, our moment of simple perfection would have dissolved into a fiery urgency, trying to beat the collapse of forever.
Prompt: Last Kiss