She tastes sweet, just like you expected. You smile into the kiss, and she pulls away to look into your eyes. Her eyes sparkle in the sunlight, and you wish that you could shine like her. She slips her hand into yours as you walk, and you grasp her fingers tightly, afraid that she'll let go.
She'll break your heart; you hear the warning in your head. You don't pay attention. You have her, she's yours and you're hers and nothing else matters. You wanted what was hers once. Now he is nothing to you, and she may have been his, but he was never hers. You look at her, and you smile, and she softly smiles back, the light making her teeth shine white.
Every inch of her is perfect.
She broke your heart, just like you knew she would. Now she wants it back, thinks she can have you back, just because it's what she wants now. She comes to you, and she smiles at you, and she says she's sorry. You know she's only sorry until it happens again.
She still tastes sweet.