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I meet his eyes. They are deep and almost mesmerizing. Did I say deep before? Yeah, right. That__ not it. They have a pull to them, like currents, like Velcro or something, totally captivating, like when you see a convertible flipped over on the highway and there are body bags and you don__ want to look but you look because you can__ look, because you can__ not look, because you are just riveted and . . .Stop. Just stop.

I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first and not because you need me to help you, but because you need to kiss me.