4.26.18

It started off simple.
She wandered in, drunk, innocent enough.
And then she got closer.
She climbed into my bed, head on my shoulder, closer than ever before.
I didn't take me long to realize her intentions.
She had a mission, one she intended to accomplish.
She asked to turn off the lights for "ambiance."
Ambient it was.
She told me that we're all going to die; that was her whole speech.
We're going to die someday, so we should feel things now.
"Do you want to feel it?"
I just looked at her.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
I knew what she was doing, but I couldn't resist.
Why couldn't I resist her?
Because I knew I didn't want to.
"Only if you want to kiss me," I replied.
It wasn't the first time, but it was the best time.
I'm now I'm stuck somewhere in-between fighting to remember and trying to forget it.