I did all I could to hold on to her. Over time, I came to crave her touch more than food or sleep. Her presence breathed life into my formerly drab existence.

And the things she could do with her lips, her tongue... Never did she shy away from any part of me. I still grow hard remembering the journey her mouth made over my skin. 

That I was older didn't matter; she swore it was love between us. Swore she'd stay.

But from the moment of our first kiss, she was already planning to leave me.