As if I'm covered in his clothes.
It's eerie the way I just want to lay here smelling him all night.
My stomach empty, my desire still full, physically I can't keep up.
I want him.
I fight it.
He holds me, we play music, I selfishly hog all the music.
I miss him when he leaves.
I love this Sara... it is so beautifully true and sad at the same time... I still lay in bed sometimes with the memories of 'him' being there... I wonder if that feeling ever goes away or maybe I can bury the memories sometime... I hope... :/
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