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Old Habits Die HardWe walked through Hell together, didn’t we? Sometimes, I like to consider how things might have happened differently. I could have left that night under the stars, gone forever and not stolen that last brush of my hand against yours. That last touch was exquisite. It was a singular moment of longing when my eyes met yours and I became consumed in their intensity.Old Habits Die Hard
On nights when I’m feeling particularly vulnerable, I’ll imagine that I resisted the warmth of your skin. I’ll pretend that I quickly took my hand back as if it hadn’t happened an
by Auriethepixie
the things we can't remember-you have my ring, you know. my thick silver one that says my name. you used to wear it on your pinky because your fingers were too big, clicked it annoyingly against glass surfaces. you also probably still have several of my socks, sticky gummi bears, and the necklace you took from my kitchen and promptly broke.the things we can't remember-
you still have the note i wrote you in september of 2006, the one i penciled on yellow cardstock that you tucked into your wallet. the fortune from the chinese restaurant that said i would be your wife. a deck of cards that i wrote on, fifty-two reasons why i loved you.
you still have my learner's permit in y
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