He kissed her on the lips, gently and lightly.
He kissed her for one last time.
She would try to relive that moment. Not the kiss, for that revealed THE END.
She would go back to the instant before their lips touched.
Because once they did meet she knew something was up, was wrong.
As it gave a mornful cry in her heart.
But...
If she went back to before that ironically illuminating meeting, she would still have that feeling of a wide eyed girl in love with the world,
and not the sad worn out woman she had become when he told her the words:
"I don't love you anymore".
STOP.
She would rewind and go back, again.
To the anticipation
of her good lover's kiss.
To the thought, the feeling it brought to her- of unlimited possibility, of life, of being loved, of safety, of hope for another opportunity to feel this feeling again.
But now, no more.
He had kissed her for one last time.
But she kissed him in her head over and over again.
