and, it still hurts

last night, She was laying in bed with closed eyes but her breathing was heavy. He easily guessed that she was not asleep. She wasn’t. She was lost in the memories of love they made a few moments backs. He leaned in to kiss her lips which he said he could not decide if they were plum colored or something with the tint of brown, a little swollen now, made her lips more full and attractive. He wanted to kiss her all the feelings that he felt for her but she opened her eyes and said -

Stop; it still hurts

**

because she had a tendency to push away everything that brought happiness to her.