Our Type of Kissing

Kaley’s POV

Oh God, why’d you make them so cute? In the taxi Chris looked like he

woulda sold the world for me. I wish there was another way out, but hey, a

last night happy is better then me waiting for us to fight, right? I started

crying a little in the ride there. It was just so PERFECT, and the way he was

careful with just putting his nose on my forehead, it looked like he thought I

was gonna freakin’ break or something. And his eyes, oh God, if you are

there, be kind to me. He was a perfect gentleman, but unfortunately, even

the most perfect of men always let us down. I have spent my entire life (or at

least, the part that counts) wanting him to need me the same way I needed

him. I couldn’t live with him not loving me anymore, and I don’t want to guilt

him into loving me, so I’ll let him put his conscience to rest, then take the

load off his hands.