You let go.

It was a bad decision to listen to Cider Sky.

It’s been half a year. 

√ √ √

I miss your lips, your back, the way you hold my waist. I miss how you taste, the way your tongue wriggles. Your smell.

I’m sorry. It’s just one of those needy nights.

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