Her Touch Lingers

The sunset that represents Mary and I's first kiss.
The sunset that represents Mary and I’s first kiss.

I am humbled by my addictions; I am accustomed to her voice, to her scent, and to her lingering touch. I meet her back when I was thirteen just outside of my middle school. She was a friend of my buddies and they decided to introduce us. She noticed my leg shake as she approached me and before I could speak we were looking into one another’s eyes. We locked eyes for about five minutes before she finally spoke to me.

She told me her name was Mary and I responded with “you’re beautiful, how about you call me tonight.”

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