Monday, April 19


Last night when he touched me I almost cried. His hands are soft (does he ever go outdoors?) but his lips are softer. How nice, I thought, to not have to worry about a thing.

And when I slept it was deep, lost in something I'd been so quick to forget. It'll be a long time before his whispers leave my skin.

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