Dear Sebastian,

I miss the way we talked.

Not about ourselves, but about others- who broke up with who and who kissed who.

I used to, well still do, stare at your lips when you talked; when you licked your bottom lip just out of habit.

Well, I now know when you are about to lick that flesh just by hearing your conversations.

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