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10.03.15.

Today I found my old you,

the abandoned version of what you are now and I thought it was lonely so

I brought it with me from my drawer in

his and my bedroom

and read the pages out

loud.

Then, he came in, whilst I was turning to only

the fifth page

and he kissed me on my cheeks, neck, shoulders

to make me feel loved.

He told me that he was

sorry

and that he should not have been so mean to

me.

So, I shushed his lips with mine

and crawled into a sweaty night

until he was sleeping, safe and sound, beside and merely on top of me, soft

breaths leaving his mouth up until

the hour I am

writing this right now.

Greetings,

H.T.

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