passing thought
He kissed me the first time we met. I can't remember what the weather was like or if the bar was busy, but I remember every detail of him.
It was the last time he pulled me close without thinking. We didn't have the past to burden us with resentments, and the future was undefined. There were no expectations waiting to pounce, and there were no feelings to protect.
Reality had no baggage.
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