I wanted to get a closer look to see if she bore any stretch marks, anything that was different now than what I remembered about her. As I drew closer, it felt like a punch in the gut as I caught her mid-laugh, that smile bright and warm, her eyes alive and full of possibilities. I watched, hoping my lust-soaked gaze would sear into her skin, into every crevice she tried to hide away from me. I hoped she knew she had split me open and I’d never recovered…it hit me as painful as a bullet to the chest when I realized I didn’t want to.
