What you didn't make me feel was afraid.
I felt safe with you.
I felt warm.
I simply melted into you.
Your lips sank into mine and I felt love radiate from your skin.
But now,
It feels like I'm trying to force a solid object through a strainer.
It's painful and I'm destroying myself.
Their lips sloppily press on mine and it feels like losing myself in their greed.
It feels like losing you.
And I hate it.
I hate that I only liked kissing after you kissed me.
I hate that I melted into you and that the parts that came back together to form a resolidified me were less of myself.
I hate that I was right when I said if it wasn't you I'd rather be alone.
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Me after You
RomanceI don't know who I'm writing this to. It could be to the future me or Logan or anyone, but I know that if I don't write, one of these nights all my feelings will hit me like a brick wall and I might not recover. So here is how I was doing future Ana...
