The first time was a rush like she never felt before. Sparks flying between them, literally, as she parted her lips. It was a feeling that she didnât think she could ever give up. And the need, the want, of having him around consumed her.Â
When they kissed again she felt like she was where she belonged. In his arms, by his side, where she fit perfectly. Nothing could curb her addiction to him. It scared her how much she grew to have him around.Â
Until eventually he wasnât.Â
The third time was filled with false promises and she ignored the part of her that told her âNo, donât get stuck in his orbit again.â But hearts donât often listen to minds and she let him in again. Lost in his embrace, the fourth time followed with a desperate plea for him to stay.Â
Finally, she was alone again. Heart broken, she lost her ability to focus. Sadness filled her days until anger replaced it. Anger at him, anger at herself. She took it out on anyone and anything she could. Then he was in front of her again.Â
And the fifth time, she was hopeful because it was him begging for her to stay. She couldâve left and showed him how it felt to lose a part of yourself. But she didnât. She ached for his touch and when they kissed it was like all the heartache had been erased. She was whole again and would fight to keep them that way.Â