Dead Memories
Her face twisted as I stroked it with my hand, unable to control the trembling, "Madison, I never meant to hurt you." Her tears dripping down me, unable to control myself, I kissed her tenderly. She reciprocated instantly, her lips winding in with mine, her small frame moved to straddle me.
"Kavi, I love you." She moaned against me, her hands pushing under me, holding me close.
Her soft lips were welcomed, her loving kiss was the only thing holding me together as the memories flooded over me, tears cascading. The first time she kissed me, I was just 12. I never told her, but she was my first kiss. We would practice kissing on eachother, and most of the time, we would end up getting lost like this, always pushing it a little further.