The last time.

The last time I held you, your warm skin kissed mine and we were no longer two but one.

The last time I kissed you, I forgot how to breathe because your lips were keeping me alive.

The last time I saw you smile, my heart broke in two and I offered you one shattered piece.

The last time I knew you were mine was the first time I felt beautiful.

Every last time is the beginning of something new.

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