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I am digging through the pantry looking for some healthy soups. Trying to scrounge up varieties of foods I can eat so I don't pig out.....and I hold a can of chicken noodle soup and of course think about him, cause everything leads to him.
I wonder if he remembers 2 days before valentines day when he was extremely ill and I came to his house with chicken noodle soup, crackers, his requested flavor of gatorade and I laid behind him on the couch and held him close while we watched "Into the Wild". He held my hand up against his chest, up against his heart. And I nuzzled my face into the back of his neck. Even in his sickness, so gorgeous. We ended up having sex multiple times throughout the night, his fever breaking in what seemed a passionate primal healing. The next day he felt 90% better. I got his son up and ready to head home to his moms. On with life.
And Valentines day came the next day. Came and went.
Nothing. Not a hello. Not a goodbye. Nothing.
I wonder if he remembers.
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Some day I am going to be loved.
Some day I'll be the one that forgets all about him.....some fucking day.
I wonder if he remembers 2 days before valentines day when he was extremely ill and I came to his house with chicken noodle soup, crackers, his requested flavor of gatorade and I laid behind him on the couch and held him close while we watched "Into the Wild". He held my hand up against his chest, up against his heart. And I nuzzled my face into the back of his neck. Even in his sickness, so gorgeous. We ended up having sex multiple times throughout the night, his fever breaking in what seemed a passionate primal healing. The next day he felt 90% better. I got his son up and ready to head home to his moms. On with life.
And Valentines day came the next day. Came and went.
Nothing. Not a hello. Not a goodbye. Nothing.
I wonder if he remembers.
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Some day I am going to be loved.
Some day I'll be the one that forgets all about him.....some fucking day.