Love is Impatient, Love is Unkind

Moments

It's those moments.
Those stupid moments when she lets herself stop fighting the urge to think about him.
Maybe it's in the shower
Or in bed at night when she can't sleep.
She absolutely can't fight the thought of what could've been.
What she was.
What they were.
Together.
She closes her eyes and tries to picture it.
To remember.
She takes a deep breath in hopes to somehow feel his presence.
To somehow feel his hand on her cheek.
Sometimes she even feels like it could be real.
But it's not.
He's not here.
He's not with her.
She's alone and so is he.
Together.
-Gabsviolet
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