Her name invited more rips inside my chest and more memories of us together. Memories of the way she made me feel. Memories of the way I’d made her feel. Perfection. She’d always fit perfectly in my arms. She’d fit perfectly on top of me. I’d fit perfectly inside her. She’d fit perfectly beside me, against me, under me, bodies entangled and aligned. Every way, we’d fit without flaw. Her body was my kingdom come. Her divine kiss was my salvation. Her soul was mine’s paradise. Mia was my evermore. And I’d known since the moment my soul felt hers.
