Stop looking over your shoulder.
I hate that I hope she means it when she says she misses me too. Just so it's fair. Just so I can believe I'm not the only one who still misses how our hands knotted together... sometimes. That maybe she lies awake beside her new love remembering how much more powerful and comfortable it was when we were entangled and talking to anxious sleep...too. That just maybe maybe it's sometimes as deep and painful a dull ache as it sometimes sometimes is for me. I'm happy and looking forward to the future. Good times and a girl that makes me feel beautiful, confident, strong, cool, genuinely adored. So many things and ways I've never felt before and didn't even know I was missing for years with Alexx. I am happy. I guess I just have an easy time remembering the good. Too easy.
I can still remember the saltwater sweet taste of her mouth and kindred touch of her poet's tongue. Just the way our bodies always fit like puzzle pieces in a way that no one else does. A honeybait trap so easy to be lured into, if I didn't know it would kill me.
But she's never once pined over me, called me and said things beautiful, embarrassing and true. Said too many things she shouldn't have but couldn't stand to not let me know. She's never once written about the ways she misses me, needed me, couldn't get get mind off me or wants to cry just from wanting to see me. She's not once mourned my absence or life and love without me. So this is the last thing I will ever write about her.
I can still remember the saltwater sweet taste of her mouth and kindred touch of her poet's tongue. Just the way our bodies always fit like puzzle pieces in a way that no one else does. A honeybait trap so easy to be lured into, if I didn't know it would kill me.
But she's never once pined over me, called me and said things beautiful, embarrassing and true. Said too many things she shouldn't have but couldn't stand to not let me know. She's never once written about the ways she misses me, needed me, couldn't get get mind off me or wants to cry just from wanting to see me. She's not once mourned my absence or life and love without me. So this is the last thing I will ever write about her.