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It all started with a kiss. As his face slowly got closer to mine, my heart began to race faster and faster. My mind ran at break neck speed. Is he about to kiss me?? Do I want him to kiss me?? This pompous arrogant jerk? A boy who puts the ass in sassy? As his lips were just an inch from mine, I realized that I did want this kiss. I didn't just want it, I need it. I need it like butterflies and bees need flowers, like plants need water and Sun, like it would complete me. His lips lightly brush mine and he smirks, " but I don't want you." He pulls away and walks off. I feel myself shatter. When did I fall for him? How could I have, knowing how he is?? And now I'm here feeling empty and betrayed. A tear slides down my face. A lone tear as broken and lost as I feel. I glare after him, he just started a war.
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