"My body is a dead language and you pronounced every word perfectly." In the grand scheme of things, relationships can be like a flash in the night sky - burning hot for a moment, but then it's gone. You are gone. They are gone. Yet what occurred between you, the memory of it can linger. Stars in your eyes, memories of their breath on your skin, and a fond remembrance somewhere between nostalgia and the remnants of a long burned out supernova.
Now, it is the return. It's the first time. You are here. They are here. What is between you is occurring at this very moment as you consummate your relationship.
what is your relationship?
passionate tragic lovers, childhood sweethearts, casual to-be fuck buddies, enemies, ships in the night, or...?
what has kept you apart?
geography, protective families, friends, or teammates, life goals, missions, war, your own blindness, or...?
why now?
last chance, heat of the moment, well-planned out, before someone else gets to them, in a confessional manner, begging them to be yours, "ruining" them, or...?
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