Kiss me! (a short story)

In his head he had a myriad of images from his past. She was on at least half of them. 

Without her, his life would have been different. Easier probably, less complicated. 

But as a result, less beautiful as well.

It wasn't as if he was obsessed, he just thought of her excessively. 

Like someone with bowel problems needs to use the bathroom a lot; 

not because they want to, but because they have to.

Not that thinking about her was a problem, it wasn't. 

He only lost his job due to thinking about her once. 

Or was is twice?

Sometimes he even saw her in real life. Or thought he saw her. 

She hadn't changed much. She still had those deliciously wide hips, 

that cute, slightly oversized turned-up nose 

and that mouth that said but one thing: 

kiss me!

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