she didnt come often at first. it was rare, and on some occasions, i was engulfed with appreciation for the privilege. when she did come, she touched things, disorganized some other things. i noticed the messes she left
she or i never really got around to cleaning them.
all within my possession. all in my hands. she started visiting more often, leaving the warm love of her affection some touches were careless or not so thoughtful. i still was appreciative of it all. she knew. im not sure if she cared, but she stopped visiting. i was hurt a little. but i understood. i noticed the messes she had left,
she or i never got around to cleaning them.
and i stayed messy. just like that.
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