Breathe again.
Mondays.
Yesterday we connected again for the first time in what felt like a long time. I saw him again, really looking at him, really talking to him -and fell in love all over. He’s so vibrant and thoughtful, funny and clever. These pedestrian words do nothing to illustrate the feeling of gasping for breath when he makes me laugh, or the warmth of his arms around me.
My writing muscles are rusty
Rusty from disuse
Negligence abuse
The king returns to find his throne dusty
Absence uncovers truth
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