His mouth tasted like the peppermint candy he took, cool and warm at the same time. I forgot how it was to kiss him and how he would lick his top lip and fold them to the bottom one. I forget how gentle he was and how he would caress my face and lean me towards him.
And it was with that one kiss that I knew I was too deep. His lips are not a foreign touch to mine. For him, it was a goodbye and for me, it was a reason to hold on.
I can feel myself tremble. I felt like a coward in that moment. I didn’t want him to leave.
With the negative space between us, I lowered my head down. I knew once I pull my head up, he would be gone. That kiss packed so much nostalgia and my tears are the repercussions of all those memories.