It's 5 am and I cannot sleep.
I've masturbated, cried, closed my eyes, and nothing has worked.
I can't stop thinking about our first date, the way your lips felt on my forehead and the way you cradled my head to your chest when you hugged me.
I can't stop thinking of your lips on my forehead.
I can't stop thinking about the way your flannel felt against my cheek.
The way I was so excited to tell my mom about our date, and that we would go out again next Sunday.
You left me before that Sunday.
I can't stop thinking about the way you worshipped my body like I was something precious.
Your teeth and lips on my skin lit a fire inside my bones that seems to be the last time I was truly warm.
I can't stop thinking about the way you spoke to me, your lips curl at the end when you praise, did you know that?
I can't stop thinking about the way you held my hand and the way your neck crooked to talk to me.
I can't stop thinking about how soft your voice was when you asked me to be yours.
I can't stop thinking about the way we made love because trust me when I say, there is no way that was not love.
I can't stop thinking.
Robbie I miss you.
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