I've dreamed of kissing him for so long that it hurt me so bad. It pained me deep in my heart, that I had no way to get him back and feel his lips on mine for the first time. But that was a long time ago, I prayed for this, years from now. And even when I prayed to get him, I don't remember wanting him to be the brother of the man who's I'm supposed to be with for the rest of my life.
When he left me then, I felt desperate and dying on the inside. But the thing that I regretted most is that he was right there with me for days and nights but I never kissed him. We never did kiss each other.
We've been together for two weeks but I never did taste his lips on mine.
I thought there was a lot of time of it in our future. As stupid as I was, I thought we had all the time in the world for that kind of things and honestly we never talked about anything sexual.
