And though it is no longer painful to see her with him, I can not pretend I don't remember; the way he tasted, the feeling of his hair in my hands, his fingers tracing circles on my back. It does not hurt, but when I see him I will always feel us.
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And though it is no longer painful to see her with him, I can not pretend I don't remember; the way he tasted, the feeling of his hair in my hands, his fingers tracing circles on my back. It does not hurt, but when I see him I will always feel us.