a whisper of words

it's a metaphor, you see.


32. nathalie




nathalie, she was love. she was a hug and a kiss and everything else that came in between. she was the warmth you felt when you held someone in your arms and your hearts touched as if that would bring them together, as if that would make them one. and she was the sweet taste of sugar upon your lips when you had your first kiss. the taste surprised you, but you had a sweet tooth and so you found yourself craving more. love was a drug that ran through your veins and so you were addicted to her. love was a feeling and a place and she was all of those things.

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