Part 11
I remember kisses.
Soft, gentle kisses that flutter across my lips like butterflies. Refreshing kisses like a spring rain. Hungry kisses, eager lips covering mine in a velvet crush that’s maddening because I want more. I can’t get enough. I want to drown in these kisses. I could live on them alone. I would die without them.
Kisses like promises, each one a hint of something more. Kisses like snowflakes, no two the same. Kisses whirling like a hurricane through the blankness of my mind.
In the darkness I see two boys on bicycles, teenagers laughing as they race against the wind. One of the boys is myself, but I don’t know my name, not anymore. I had it once, I think, and somewhere along the way it fell aside and was lost.
The other boy knows my name. He’s beautiful, an ange
