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I was pretty messed up back then.
I was in the middle of breakup with a guy i was in love with for 5 years. You might have been getting your laundry done at the same place, because you smelled like him.
You were both tall, pale, with soft black hair that I could run my fingers through. You were the same height, the same build. When I hugged you, I only reached up to your chest. I would lay my head there, close my eyes and pretend that it was him hugging me back. "You even smell the same" I would say. And you would hug me tight, because that's what friends do.
I spent my 20th birthday in a hotel bathroom, drunk, sniffing your clothes. You were on the bed, sleeping, while your long sleeved shirt was drying at the back of the bathroom door. Misha took a picture of me snorting your cuffs. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"nothing" I answered "just sniffing Adrian's shirt".
I don't talk to my ex boyfriend anymore. We don't see each other, we don't exchange hi hello's, we don't exchange polite holiday greetings. I haven't seen him in a year--maybe even two years. I've practically forgotten what he looks like, it's been that long.
But when I see him, I'll forget all the shit that happened in the past. I'll swallow my pride and ask him how he's doing, if he's okay, how's his mom, his brother and his girlfriend are doing. I'll ask if he's found what he was looking for, and i'll ask if i can hug him.
It's funny, really. Your both tall, pale with soft black hair. You're the same height, the same build. When I hug him, i'll only reach up to his chest. I'll just lay my head there, close my eyes and pretend that I am hugging you.
Pretend, I guess that will do for now.
I was in the middle of breakup with a guy i was in love with for 5 years. You might have been getting your laundry done at the same place, because you smelled like him.
You were both tall, pale, with soft black hair that I could run my fingers through. You were the same height, the same build. When I hugged you, I only reached up to your chest. I would lay my head there, close my eyes and pretend that it was him hugging me back. "You even smell the same" I would say. And you would hug me tight, because that's what friends do.
I spent my 20th birthday in a hotel bathroom, drunk, sniffing your clothes. You were on the bed, sleeping, while your long sleeved shirt was drying at the back of the bathroom door. Misha took a picture of me snorting your cuffs. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"nothing" I answered "just sniffing Adrian's shirt".
I don't talk to my ex boyfriend anymore. We don't see each other, we don't exchange hi hello's, we don't exchange polite holiday greetings. I haven't seen him in a year--maybe even two years. I've practically forgotten what he looks like, it's been that long.
But when I see him, I'll forget all the shit that happened in the past. I'll swallow my pride and ask him how he's doing, if he's okay, how's his mom, his brother and his girlfriend are doing. I'll ask if he's found what he was looking for, and i'll ask if i can hug him.
It's funny, really. Your both tall, pale with soft black hair. You're the same height, the same build. When I hug him, i'll only reach up to his chest. I'll just lay my head there, close my eyes and pretend that I am hugging you.
Pretend, I guess that will do for now.