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Rain
“I hate the rain,” she said. I chuckled, finding it amusing how contradictory it sounded, considering her touch feels like gentle raindrops on my face—like being at home, alone, in the rain. Her tiny fingers tapping on my forehead create a sensation as if lying beneath a giant cloud, with all the world’s rain falling…
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Reminders
I glance at random things in this house with whatever I have left in my eyes. Your possessions. My possessions. My rings. Your rings. Your room. That never-ending mess on your bed. I walk aimlessly in this house, hoping to not put my gaze on something that reminds me of you. That broken wooden strap…
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Protected: The Stabs
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Protected: Heartache
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Strange
Strange how she said how she doesn’t like physical touch much. It’s changed how she wants to sit on my lap randomly throughout the day. Wants to caress me at will. Strange how she used to speak to me carefully in order to get me. It’s changed how she can open her heart and has…