Kiss me

Stop right there. Stop.
I’ve never doubted we were meant to be. Do you still believe in us? Do you? Tell me. You can’t leave without telling me how you feel about us.
Stop right there. Stop. Turn over.
I’ve loved you ever since we’ve met. I’ve always loved you. Do you ever recall those days when we were only two small children? Can you remember how I used to spend the afternoons starring at you? Can you remember glancing at me while I was staring at you? Can you remember how you always turned over and stared at me too?
Stop right there. Stop. Turn over. Face me.
How come are you leaving? You haven’t even kissed me today. You arrived home nearly at eight, headed right to our room, opened our wardrobe, and chose your smartest dress and those black high hill shoes you’ve always worn when we felt a little kinkier. You came into the living room where I was sitting and didn’t even say hi. “I’m leaving”, you said and calmly walked to the door. I followed right behind, crying.
Stop right there. Stop. Turn over. Face me. Kiss me.