I haven't kissed someone since you. My first and last. I wish that I didn't run and tell you I just wanted to be friends, only for us to never speak again. I kissed you so many times that night and I still think about your lips on mine. The alcohol on my tongue, the Vegas heat, your hand in mine. I miss you and I never really knew you. I visited the country you were born and I searched for pieces of you in every corner. I will probably never speak to you again and I'm so sorry for that. Were you lying when you said you felt the same way or did I break your heart when I left?
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