Kiss her like it’s the first time—
with the rush, the wonder, the trembling hands,
like you’re discovering the taste of her name on your lips.
Kiss her like it’s the last time—
with urgency, with reverence, with a quiet kind of desperation,
like you’re trying to memorize the shape of forever before it slips away.
Every time.
Every. Fucking. Time.
Every. Fucking. Time.
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