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Lovely to be sitting here with you… His arm around me while we sit on the couch. He holds my hand when I’m nervous or overwhelmed or depressed. He cards his fingers through my hair or places a hand on my shoulder or leg just to remind me he’s here. Touch me like nobody else does… His body enfolds me. He’s warm and I can hear his heartbeat as I rest my head on his chest. He draws circles on my hand until I fall asleep. But it’s not real. And you don’t exist. Oh, I fo

My least favorite weather is cloudy. Not rain. Rain is, of course, my favorite weather. Cloudy is my least. Even though they're a breath away from each other. I can't breath when it's cloudy. The air feels heavy. The clouds are dark and look like they're descending. Down. Down. Down. Full, but never relenting. When the sky would look like this, my parents would always say, "Looks like it's trying to rain." Now as an adult, I wonder what if it's trying not to rain? I'll say th