Wednesday, May 3, 2023

5 Years

It's been five years since I last had any communication from him. A text out of the blue is like a punch to the gut. Why? 

And yet a single text, and I can feel him. My breath catches; my heartbeat quickens. I'm overwhelmed with need. And then I wonder if never knowing how it could feel would have been better. 

Favorite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

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