Diana:

I still remember the way your lips tasted. A mixture of sweet lipgloss and of the Japanese rice candies you were always eating. I couldn't stand them, but on you, they tasted like the sugary syrup of Cadbury Eggs on Easter. I remember the hugs, firm and tight, and you would hold on for what seemed like 25 seconds too long and then you would brush me off and walk away without turning back like it was too hard to say goodbye. And yeah, goodbyes are hard, especially since the bye we had wasn't even that good. But badbye sounds stupid. Like I was.

T. 
¶ 11:24 AM |