Come back.

I fell in love with a boy.

He had dark eyes and dark skin.

He had a voice that made my pores open up, goose bumps all over my skin.

He had soft hands but a firm grip.

He was kind but stern, held me together and sealed me with love.

Soft, full lips coupled with tender kisses.

His words held power and moved my doubt to a place unknown.

He held me in his warm embrace and I felt… again.

My knees betrayed me, heck my entire body snubbed my mind.

When his lashes fluttered against my skin as he pressed his face into my neck,

I knew I was home.

But I didn’t stay long enough.

And now, I need more.

Come back, he said.

Come back home.

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