y burial he's already out and about getting laid and drunk. How Sweet. I m

ve to go through that. In fact, his parents must love him dearly or rather overcompensate with their inadequacies by always bailing him out of trouble and giving him the best things in life. I guess his carefree attitude attracted me to him. I naturally gravitated to his rebellious tendencies wh

s, and his piercing smile. Oh, Devon...I remember everything all too well. I close my eyes and I saw flashes of us. Driving around in his convertible wind swaying my hair as I hold my scarf up and laugh, drunk, free and happy. I fe

He almost did, if not for that one night when he held my cheeks and gave me one final kiss. The kiss was gentle full of love and regret and then he left. I walked home alone on that cold ni

ce and we closed the gap between us and it was magic. It was love, desire, and need all rolled into one kiss. It was gentle, it was pure, it was all I ever wanted. I didn't realize I was closing my eyes, it was like as I was on that very day under that old willow tree sitting on top of the hood of his car, just us and the subtle faint rays of the sunset. I shook those memories away and I stood up and left his house. I could not let myself dive into those memories, it is too painful. It's as if I could still hear my heart pounding, my hands sweaty with nervousness and excitement at the same time. The butt

er, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...bu

hey were just a fleeting sense of belongingness and