I laid in my bed that night
Thinking of him.
Of the softness of his touch,
Of the sweetness of his voice.
And the passionate way he swept me up in his arms and kissed me.
We had bought a cobblestone house
In England.
He was Italian, and loved me as much as I loved him.
I showed off my engagement ring to my best friends
Who had all gotten together for a summer celebration.
We couldn1t believe we were out of highschool.
It had gone by so fast.
He kissed me again,
And I sighed from the way his lips felt on mine.
I loved the way they tasted,
I loved the comforting arm around my shoulder.
And then, I woke up,
Clutching my teddy bear, not even a sophmore in highschool.
His warm, friendly, loving face
Will never leave my mind.
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