Kiss Me Like You Mean It

<p><em>My love is poison. His kiss is mine.</em><br><br>The first time he saw me I was shattered glass and he was a shadow. If I had stayed he would have just faded away.<br><br>It's strange how easy it is to tell our stories to a stranger's eyes. The truth about Connor Stratford and I had always been a sad tale. Over ten years of chasing tears lies vows and leaving. Two people who never loved each other at the same time but couldn't let each other go.<br><br>Now here I was telling our story over drinks midday in an airport bar with my old diary clutched in my hand. Telling some version of our story anyway.<br><br>I left him once with no goodbye. Now I was returning home to give him what he needed to move on.<br><br>It's important. It's what you're thinking.<br><br>I knew what his message meant sent in the middle of the night after I woke from a fever dream.<br><br>He was finally ready and so was I. I just needed to finally give him the kiss he begged for.<br>The one that meant goodbye.</p>