I stood at his grave. The people had finally cleared out. Now it was only me and him. I bit my lip, there would be no lebih tears. He didn’t want that. I sat down, and went into the depths of my mind.
I still remember the last ciuman we shared. We had been in the forest on the far side of town. He pinned me against a tree, and crashed his lips to mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together. My tongue flicked out and ran along his bottom lip. His mouth dropped open and I eagerly entered.
He had been the dominate one in the relationship, no pertanyaan about it. But sometimes, he liked to see me take charge, and I would.
After we kissed we were on the forest floor. He was laying on puncak, atas of me, fidgeting with my hair.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“What? Nothing is wrong,” he shook his head slightly.
“You’re fidgeting, the only time anyone fidgets is when they’re nervous,” I berkata obviously.
He sighed, “It’s just…” He paused for a moment then looked back at me with his beautiful brown eyes. “I cinta you.”
I smiled and bit my lip fighting the tears back. We both knew he only had a few months left, we promised we wouldn’t say the ‘L’ word so it wouldn’t be as hard. “I cinta anda too.”
“I know I shouldn’t have berkata it but I cinta anda to no end. I don’t know how I’m going to do it,” I saw the fear and sadness in his eyes. I wanted to take it all away, to let it be me instead.
“You will wait, and watch over me,” I berkata and kissed him lightly. “It’s all going to be okay.”
“After it happens, are anda going to find someone else?” He asked. My eyes widened.
“How could that thought even menyeberang, salib your mind? anda are mine, no one else is.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I’ll be here much longer,” he said.
“Love is forever. In life atau death, I will cinta you. anda will always be my one and only,” I looked up at him sternly and watched as the tears fell from his eyes.
Only a few days after that, did that moment we had been waiting for come. I had woken up to the sound of a crash. I ran to the living room, and he was gone. I called the coroner, I knew he was dead. The doctors had told me to let him live his last few months at home. There was nothing lebih to do.
I had shed lebih tears than what he had asked, but what did he expect? I did not cry once though as I laid a single white rose on his grave. I stood up and went home. I knew he was still there with me in spirit. Our cinta was stronger than death.
I still remember the last ciuman we shared. We had been in the forest on the far side of town. He pinned me against a tree, and crashed his lips to mine. Our lips moved so perfectly together. My tongue flicked out and ran along his bottom lip. His mouth dropped open and I eagerly entered.
He had been the dominate one in the relationship, no pertanyaan about it. But sometimes, he liked to see me take charge, and I would.
After we kissed we were on the forest floor. He was laying on puncak, atas of me, fidgeting with my hair.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“What? Nothing is wrong,” he shook his head slightly.
“You’re fidgeting, the only time anyone fidgets is when they’re nervous,” I berkata obviously.
He sighed, “It’s just…” He paused for a moment then looked back at me with his beautiful brown eyes. “I cinta you.”
I smiled and bit my lip fighting the tears back. We both knew he only had a few months left, we promised we wouldn’t say the ‘L’ word so it wouldn’t be as hard. “I cinta anda too.”
“I know I shouldn’t have berkata it but I cinta anda to no end. I don’t know how I’m going to do it,” I saw the fear and sadness in his eyes. I wanted to take it all away, to let it be me instead.
“You will wait, and watch over me,” I berkata and kissed him lightly. “It’s all going to be okay.”
“After it happens, are anda going to find someone else?” He asked. My eyes widened.
“How could that thought even menyeberang, salib your mind? anda are mine, no one else is.”
“Yeah, but it’s not like I’ll be here much longer,” he said.
“Love is forever. In life atau death, I will cinta you. anda will always be my one and only,” I looked up at him sternly and watched as the tears fell from his eyes.
Only a few days after that, did that moment we had been waiting for come. I had woken up to the sound of a crash. I ran to the living room, and he was gone. I called the coroner, I knew he was dead. The doctors had told me to let him live his last few months at home. There was nothing lebih to do.
I had shed lebih tears than what he had asked, but what did he expect? I did not cry once though as I laid a single white rose on his grave. I stood up and went home. I knew he was still there with me in spirit. Our cinta was stronger than death.