What Matters

by Russingon5eva

We shared our first kiss under the cherry blossom tree. It was unexpected and at first unwelcome. It was a complete accident. But I think that, by the time it was over, we were both left wanting more.

Starter Sentence: "We shared our first kiss under the cherry blossom tree."

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We shared our first kiss under the cherry blossom tree. It was unexpected and at first unwelcome. It was a complete accident. But I think that, by the time it was over, we were both left wanting more. No one knew. Ever. It was our little secret and we both promised – jokingly – to carry it to the grave. Who would've thought we'd actually be fulfilling that part of the promise? Now he is dead. Or maybe I am. It's impossible to tell. All I know is that we are separated. Maybe he is dead, or maybe it is me. I may never know. But does it really matter? We're apart. That's what matters. And maybe we always will be.

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And you don't know which one is talking. HA! I'm not telling. Guess. :)