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hi I’m back what did I miss?

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Does he know you sleep next to him thinking of me?

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Memorable day indeed.

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Remind me what’s it like to love you.

That smooth skin that radiates warmth.

Your soft, gentle touch

Risking it all to have another moment with you.

Those were the young, innocent days.

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Sometimes I wonder why I am so invested in our little game of tag. To what benefit is there from all of this? Is there a grand scheme I am missing?

Little sprinkles here and there like breadcrumbs bringing me back to that certain time and place.

I am confused but also intrigued. There is a sense of feeling but my logic doesn’t know where to categorise this connection.

So we coexist with this little piece of each other that we have. Sort of like a badge on our arm.

Asking for nothing more than to hear sweet nothings from the one who could’ve been.

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Tell me that you’re talking to me.

That you want me to respond.

Are we staring through the rain looking for a familiar face?

I would cause your little heart to flood if you saw me again in the flesh.

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Be courageous. Find where your heart wants to flee to.

You might be surprised. Love May not look the same but it’s something than nothing.

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Tomorrow,

I get the keys to my apartment.

Grateful.

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Women will be no where to be seen when you’re available.

But once you get in a relationship - they come out of hiding. Even the ones with partners. I don’t understand. They want what they cannot have.

The elusiveness of it all is intriguing. Wanting someone because someone else is enjoying. They suddenly want your attention.

Baby you’re tempting but I’m with someone. Should’ve been here sooner you would of had it all.

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And what would that first interaction be like? A lot of life has happened in between.

What do you want to hear from me? Do I still think about you? Does your name still come out of my lips?

It does. Does my heart still pound when I think about us? Of course. The memories were great. The love, the intimacy how can I forget?

All of it is still in a box stored away in my thoughts. Sometimes I pull the box down from its shelf to reminisce.

Sometimes.

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When the wound was fresh, I would stare up into the night and would be content knowing that we were sharing the same moon.

We have our own little worlds now. Will our worlds ever collide who knows?

That would definitely be an interesting day.