The mess was evidence of our lust for each other. It was like a damn burst. After that, we went at it like rabbits whenever we could. Tommy couldn�...�t keep his hands off my ass and I loved that feeling (still do). He walks up to me with purpose in his eyes and grabs my hips. He reaches around and puts his big paws on my buns, pulls me in and grinds his crotch into mine. Makes me tingle every time and I have to put my arms around his neck and play tonsil hockey with my tongue down his throat. . I think about you, I think about usI really don’t know whyI reminisce about how things wereEven if sometimes, it makes me cryI know, that I miss you like crazyBut sometimes I feel it’s best if I pretendThings might get a bit too complicatedIf I try to make amends .I know, our relationship wasLike a poem without rhymeStill, its heartbeatRefuses to fade with timeOne last hug, one last kissOne last cuddle, one last danceOne last smile, one last laughOne last memory, one last chance…I miss you. There was quite a gathering. At least seven other people showed up after us, I couldnt quite tell though. I was never introduced to anyone and they never stopped moving. It didnt matter though. I grabbed a plate and sat at the table with my mom, Cassandra, Ken, and Kyle, some other random coworker, while James, Jenny, my dad, and others were scattered between the living room and the basement. I kept making eye contact with Ken and smiling as I looked away and then back at him. It was kind of. .. a day out for the whole family at a local theme park. The little guy just couldn’t believe his luck and shouted out to his mom and dad in the audience about his sudden rise to fame and the good fortune that had come with it.The second spot prize was for the most creative outfit worn by one of these under thirteen year old performers. That prize was easily won by a young nine year old girl dressed up in a costume made entirely of fresh fruit and vegetables sown into the fabric of a skin.