To my two readers: I know I haven't been around for a while; real life has this habit of getting in the way of fun. Hopefully things will go differently in the future. Until that moment, I'm publishing some drabbles I hadn't yet uploaded here. One a week, more or less. Love
Another one. I never noticed before, but they're everywhere. My place, my car. On me, too. As if reminding me how big a part of my life just went to hell.
I remember him whining once about some dark curls getting his shower stuck. Like his don't get stuck. Or maybe they don't. They're thin and silky and— why do I keep finding them when all I'm trying to do is forget he ever was here?
We ain't even been together for weeks and they still keep showin' up. Like they're clinging all they can.
Like I wouldn't hold on.
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