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His lips feel like hummingbirds wings, moving quickly and softly along my skin. We do not speak, there are no words that could explain the way I feel and the way he feels and the way the world is so unfair to us.
In so many ways nothing will compare to this night as we are both fully aware that the pull of the French jobs will rip us apart. He will be on one side of the world speaking the 'language of love' and I will be on the other side just struggling to live. This night will be our first and our last. I will never see him again.
The future is as clear as the summer skies for him and my future is as murky and dark as mud. No one will want me and I will go back to that way of life because before him there really was no one and I didn't care. I will care that he's gone and he will remember me but he will move on and I won't because I have nothing to move onto and he has the whole world at his feet. He has the potential of a god.
Our lives will never entwine again in the familiar mix of companionship and understanding and love and heat and passion. It is already all too clear that I have been left behind, even as he moves his soft lips to mine and I am engulfed in all his love.

Because it is all too clear that the world enjoys giving hopeless girls like myself a miserable life and then leaving us behind to cry late at night when no one can hear our sobs.

Description
His lips feel like hummingbirds wings, moving quickly and softly along my skin. We do not speak, there are no words that could explain the way I feel and the way he feels and the way the world is so unfair to us.
In so many ways nothing will compare to this night as we are both fully aware that the pull of the French jobs will rip us apart. He will be on one side of the world speaking the 'language of love' and I will be on the other side just struggling to live. This night will be our first and our last. I will never see him again.
The future is as clear as the summer skies for him and my future is as murky and dark as mud. No one will want me and I will go back to that way of life because before him there really was no one and I didn't care. I will care that he's gone and he will remember me but he will move on and I won't because I have nothing to move onto and he has the whole world at his feet. He has the potential of a god.
Our lives will never entwine again in the familiar mix of companionship and understanding and love and heat and passion. It is already all too clear that I have been left behind, even as he moves his soft lips to mine and I am engulfed in all his love.

Because it is all too clear that the world enjoys giving hopeless girls like myself a miserable life and then leaving us behind to cry late at night when no one can hear our sobs.