It'd been about four months. I realized one night I forgot him. I saw his face everyday but I couldn't remember what it looked like in real life, what his fingers felt like laced through mine, what the side of his body felt like when he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. I forgot so simply what his voice sounded like. And I couldn't help wanting to know.
I wanted not just to remember, but to learn more. I wanted to learn what his lips would feel like on mine, his scruff scratching my cheeks as we kiss. I wanted to learn what it would be like to fall asleep next to him at night, and what it would be like to wake up next to him in the morning. I wanted to know the feeling of his skin under my fingertips as I run them down his arms, his back, his stomach, and the feeling of his hair as I thread my fingers through it. I wanted to know what it would be like to be loved by him.
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The Space Between My Ears
Ngẫu nhiênjust little drabbles I sometimes feel like writing, usually after midnight.
