Unrequited love Stories

I am the unsent scarlet letter. Tucked somewhere between Revelations and Acts In her family bible. The one you don't subscribe to. Worn at the edges, Handwriting faded...and still looking for a stamp or a lightening bolt from the heavens. Cut me and you will see All the things you have ever wanted to say but were too afraid (to hurt, to risk, to untie your arms). Because it's just so damn comfortable Just to go with the f...

You grab my arm, and you pull me inside. The door is shut and I am pressed up against it. With you in front of me and the door behind me, our lips touch for the first time in so many years. I've lost track of the all of the years. 16? 19? Has it been 20 yet? Memories flood back. Your lips are so familiar. Your taste. Your smell.You have my head in your hands, and you pull me from the door slightly as you back away to look...