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Her
“Do you still love me?”, she said. “Of course, I do baby.”, I replied. She lets out a grin filled with joy. She grins, and everything inside me shifts and stirs. I think of her, every single minute of my existence. I consider her, in every one of those fleeting thoughts. Between all my agonies,…
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Peel
“I feel so at ease with her, then why is it always like this”? I woke up in the middle of the night on the sofa, looking at the ceiling. I wanted to ponder, irritated by a stingy headache. Why is that ease so important? What If we’re looking at it from the wrong side?…
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Woman
“We need to find a pink bottle.”, she said. I hope we find it after an intentionally long search, so that I can look at her wandering in the store, I thought. We didn’t find the pink bottle, I’ll take her to the store again, and look at her again. Her dainty femininity. Since ancient…
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Doberman with a pink bow 🎀
“It’s like watching a Doberman with a pink bow”, she said. I nodded with my usual “ummhmm”. How does she even think of something like that? I’m reminded, she’s a woman. She’s sensitive, she’s feminine, she’s godly even —but most importantly— a woman. What else do I want?—I ask my greedy soul every night before…
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Relief
“I love it when you talk about work stuff.”, she said. I felt relieved, after I blabbered about those intense 15 minutes I was trying to satisfy that itch in my brain. She’s relief. The kind of relief I felt in the dream when I saw the light in the room was on when I…