He kissed me like he was an alcoholic and I was his whiskey and I held him like he was my last breath. We moulded and twisted our bodies so we filled each spot and crevice. There was no space between us. We were puzzle pieces, put together with ease. We had dug ourselves a hole that we laid in with out even thinking of bringing something to help get us out. And maybe that's what love is, being perfectly content with spending your whole life in a space you couldn't get out of as long as that certain someone was there with you.
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The Life of an Audacious Teenager
Short StoryBasically just shit stories that don't go together and are mostly all about love.
