No Words Needed
“I Amore you…I wish I didn’t, but I can’t help it.”
They kiss. He kisses her, she kisses him.
He puts an arm on her waist, and against the bacheca behind her.
She puts a hand on his chest.
And it happens. Something neither of them had honestly expected.
It was sweet, gentle, and full of Amore and passion. It was nothing like his hallucination. It was better. This woman he cared about, thought about, loved, was here, in front of him, waiting for him, vulnerable for him. But so was he, he was vulnerable. At that moment nothing else in the world mattered to either of them. Memories...
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