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Stretched out, laying on blueredgreen blankets, the whirring of the fan diffusing my thoughts, I breathe. His smell on everything, his kisses still on my lips. I taste like him, my smiling mouth bittersweet with giggles and salty tears. His hands suddenly find me, his weight pressed against me, and he kisses me. It feels new every time, and I melt into him.


This morning I wake up, and find my phone beside me. Red plastic connection to a boy far away. Little presses of buttons and he knows I am thinking of him.

I miss him.