I am afraid that if I open myself, I will not stop pouring. Why do I fear becoming a river? What mountain gave me such shame?
-Jamie Oliveria.
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My words got interrupted in between when his lips, suddenly, met mine.
His large hand gripping my chin softly as if he is afraid of hurting me. His lips moved softly against mine and I gave in and kissed him back with my trembling lips.
This looks like a moment a person would be dying for and wouldn't know what exactly to do when it arrives. When my lips moved against his, he let out a soft groan of desperation.
For the for at time in years, I felt confused and amazed. What was surprising in all this was that I felt. I felt his hands on my body, I felt his lips against mine. I felt his warmth in my body. I felt his softness in th
