I've Never Been So Alone
Shelley remembers how Amber's silky blonde hair slid so easily through her delicate fingers. She remembers how her pink mouth would form the most perfect O as she arched up in orgasm. She remembers how dirty, yet how beautiful it felt when it was just the two of them. She remembers her warm smile, her flushed cheeks, and her soft kisses. She remembers all these things, yet they seem like a distant memory. Not even a memory, but perhaps a dream she had imagined.
Your Secret Kiss of Confidence was My Escape
Shelley remembers her heart tearing into two when Amber left her. She remembers her walls closing in and each breath she took was more constricting. She remembers burning tears and a raw throat. She remembers wanting to slap Amber, to make her hurt as much as she did. She remembers the pain; the throbbing, gut-wrenching pain that doesn't want to fade.
The Perfect Game to Play
Shelley remembers every kiss she and Amber had shared. She remembers the exact place, the exact time, and what each kiss felt like. She remembers Amber's giggles as they would share an ice cream sundae, unbeknownst to Velma. She remembers the chocolate sauce clinging to the corners of Amber's mouth. She remembers how sweet and warm her ice princess used to be.
Your Fascination with Naked Walls of Silk and Skin
Shelley remembers the long, warm nights they spent talking in her bedroom. She remembers how different Amber was then. She remembers the secrets they had shared and the love they had expressed between them. She remembers their bodies entwined and moans. She remembers all the good things; all the time stopping moments that they had.
All she has left are her memories. Memories that seemed like a distant past. It gets harder and harder to believe that Amber was ever hers.
I needed you to
notice...
That's all I wanted
