hello, so um...a little waring for this short story...so there is a sexual undertone in the story so if you don't want to read this story, i 100% understand. so the whole thing of this story is your dead and your lover is sad. yeah, so enjoy
i remember what you were wearing...they were the same clothes on the floor the night before. the bliss we gave each other that night was the last night that type of bliss would be shared between us. yet, im still here...with what was yours. im here trying to feel you again. i want your touch again...but all i have left are your damned clothes. i tried to wrap myself in your clothes to feel closer to you. it never worked...i tried to wear them, but it never felt like you. after everything i tried i could never have that same gentle touch you used to scared me, the soft touch you used help me, the unique touch you used to...please me. when you left i didn't feel the need to be touched, not even by my own hand...but days turn to weeks and then those weeks turn to month and so fourth. i grew needy... i needed your touch. the urge burned inside of me...day after day after day...and then i did something i'm not proud of. i took one of your shirts and a pillow...dearest, the silk covering that pillow was nothing compared to your soft skin... it didn't have the warmth i needed from you. i was alone, dearest please forgive me... i just miss you dearly...
there you go, yeah thats is
*cries*
have a good day
