fourteen
I woke up with a bad migraine this morning. It had been rough this past couple of days. Well, my initial plan was to plunge the sorrows in alcohol face first into a bucket full of hoegardens. I did all that, but it didn't work wonders. Similar to a 'sigh,' all these are bound to happen after a heartbreak. Speaking of hoegardens, it was exactly two weeks ago- you and me sitting comfortably on a couch, on the table two bottles of hoegardens, you in my arms, your fabulous smelling hair in my face the whole time. That was what I needed at that time, it felt right and deep inside, I was beaming with origami smiles made from your pudgy fingers.
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With that being said, that was the last time I saw you. That night was perfect. We were supposed to catch Sarah Kay. I waited for you a long time and when we arrived at the door ten minutes late, the note plastered on the closed door says "FULL HOUSE." But honestly, it didn't matter to me. You were in my arms and that was all I needed.
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I sent you home and it was really hard to say goodbye, as it always is. You didn't want me to go just yet, I didn't want to go at all but I had to. In the midst of intimacy you asked me to give 10 reasons why I shouldn't leave but all the reasons I gave was out of point. But you loved it anyway, I can tell from your silly smile. My glasses now fogged with your heat, I can see nothing. We did the customary love exchanges and I left bearing a heavy heart in me.
. . .
Little that I know, your back was to be the last image of you I saw.
. . .
With that being said, that was the last time I saw you. That night was perfect. We were supposed to catch Sarah Kay. I waited for you a long time and when we arrived at the door ten minutes late, the note plastered on the closed door says "FULL HOUSE." But honestly, it didn't matter to me. You were in my arms and that was all I needed.
. . .
I sent you home and it was really hard to say goodbye, as it always is. You didn't want me to go just yet, I didn't want to go at all but I had to. In the midst of intimacy you asked me to give 10 reasons why I shouldn't leave but all the reasons I gave was out of point. But you loved it anyway, I can tell from your silly smile. My glasses now fogged with your heat, I can see nothing. We did the customary love exchanges and I left bearing a heavy heart in me.
. . .
Little that I know, your back was to be the last image of you I saw.