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I gave a kiss in her sweet face, feeling that kiss like the last moment of love in the world. I needed no more to know that I loved her. No more we needed one from the other. We were unique, complete, nothing but a reflex of what we felt.

I used to kiss her face and smell the sweetness in her hair while she, as pretty as always, slept heavily, resting for another hard work day she would face tomorrow morning, while I, nocturnal being, would keep sleeping.

In some sense, the amount of years working in the night made me loose my sleep. Then I kept the whole night attached to that body and feeling that smell, which were the best things I knew. I loved her, I still do, even now that it is all gone. But at that time There was nothing in the world that could take the place of that body, skin, kiss and smell which used to sleep beside me.

I used to smell her all over. I started at the neck, then the lips, then her nose, sharing for some moments our breath, wishing that the time stopped, with us sharing our breaths forever.

I used to kiss her tenderly, in her face and nape of the neck. Later I got down smelling her, searching mainly the places where the smells were stronger. Her arms, armpit, belly, pussy, everything. Afternoon, when she was out, I used to smell her clothes and the shirt she used when slept, thus trying to feel me so complete as when we were together. But there was nothing so good as her smell in itself. While the clothes loosed slowly her smell, she was always there, with her sweat skin perfume.

I loved her sweat. I loved all her smells and her taste. Anything about in her would make me wish her and salivate.

We are lay dawn now in our bed. I feel that smooth winter cold while she sleeps. I never could express her how much I love her and I know I never will. I kiss her tenderly, thinking about how much time we took after we met and discovered our mutual love to finally get together. I met her when I was twenty-two and only now, after four years, after series of different relationships and failures we decided to get things straight.

Perhaps the world will not be this way, so bad as it always was.