And today rusts her soul…

Tonight, couple of years ago, two almost-strangers, met at a historical monument, marking their own lives with historic moments.

The night was strange but in a dream-come-true kinda way. By the end of it, she felt frozen in his car- couldn't step out. Gentle caressing of each other’s hands had turned fierce. She gave him a final hug, without realizing her head was sliding down- turning her face to his face. The first kiss that followed touched her soul. And so did- each one after that.

That’s something she misses about him the most.

Once upon a time...

It was dark, while she tried to open the door distracted by his nibbling on her neck. They fumbled through the way into the room. She stood next to him. Her back resting on the cupboard; He picked her up from the waist to bring her face next to his. And kissed her again. Her withdrawal forced him to stop and look at her with questioning eyes. 

She smiled.

She loved doing that- look at him while he was full of passion for her.