I fell in love with you, your long blond hair, your big blue eyes. I was five and you were six. We played in my cardboard fort in our townhouse basement. In the confines of our corrugated home, we played house - and i played your husband. You insisted that we had to kiss a lot because we were married, you made my heart pound and i didn't know why. I still remember the taste of your Bonnebelle lipgloss. Your mouth was soft and wet, and your tongue was sweet like bubble gum. When you and your family moved away, my heart was broken.
Monday, May 05, 2008
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