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Pure
Pure torture.
You use me as your excuse to go to the movies, but the one you really go for is impatiently awaiting your arrival, inside. I go into the movie theater with you, sitting a mere two seats away. Attempting to zone into the feature, I aim to ignore your graphic make-out session.
Pure envy.
Oh, what I would do to feel those precious lips on mine, again. If only I could trade places with the one who currently wields your overly abused heart- though, don't you know they'll just break it more? I wish that I could taste and feel you, just one more time. It hurts to much to be your closest friend, spending most of every day with you, still unable to express my true feelings for you...
Pure emotion.
I have considered, many times, yielding our friendship and avoiding you, altogether, but I just cannot bring myself to it. No matter how much it harms my mental well-being, your intoxicating presence soothes my heart and soul... How do you manage to heal my heart, even as you tear it apart?
Pure regret.
Though, I guess this is all my fault. I didn't put much effort into what we had. Not once did I tell you I loved you- though I did, and still do, with all my heart. You were always the one to suggest our sexual endeavors, and I barely even took initiation. You know what they say: you don't know what you have until it's gone...
Pure memories.
I still remember how your lips, as well as others body parts, taste like. Remembering the delicate feel of your soft skin and hair nearly brings me to tears. That breathtaking look in your eyes, the sound of your pleasured voice ringing through my ears, the exhilarating smell always lingering within a few feet radius of you... I miss them all.
Pure crimson.
When I arrive at my home, from the movies, I cannot take it. Taking a razor to my wrists, vertically, I watch- mildly intrigued -as the crimson liquid spills out rapidly. The sharp pain on my wrists cannot possibly compare to the excruciating pain overwhelming my entire being. Deciding the one set of slashes is not enough, I cut another round, this time with twice the force.
Pure saltwater.
I feel better than ever, as I feel the end of my pathetic and torturous life drawing closer. However, that all changes when you walk in, petrified at the sight before you. Curving my lips into a diminutive, reassuring smile, I flutter my eyes closed. Though the fading of my senses extends with each moment's passing, I soon realize that you have snapped out of your shock and know kneel by my side. Streams of salt water flow freely from your eyes, the dim light from the other room glistening on them to make them even more beautiful... You have been through so much, already, so I hate to take a good friend from you. Hopefully, you can live on the best you can and maybe forget all about me...
Pure honesty.
Noting that this is most likely the last chance for me to admit my honest feelings for you, I take this chance to mutter those three words which I lacked the courage to do so, until now. As I confess, I glance up at those glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks, one last time, before resting my eyelids on top of my also damp eyes. The last thing ringing through my ears is the most unexpected reply...
"I love you, too."