I step close and put my arms around you, around your shoulders, and press you close to me, and I feel your arms go around my waist almost vaguely. I breathe in your scent, trying to memorize the width of your shoulders, the contrast of your height against mine, how my chin feels supported on your shoulders, the warmth of your cheek against mine.

I move back, and I can see the mix of feelings in your eyes, unreadable and incoherent. I move in towards you again and put my lips on yours, tentative, trying to remember the exact angle of my neck as I kiss you, the softness of your lips, the warmth and sweetness, the faint feel of your breath against my skin.

I move away now, and walk away, like it's the most natural thing in the world, but I can't help but press the back of my hand against my mouth, to will the tears back, to have them retreat until I can let myself bleed and remember that it was the last hug and it was the last kiss.