Seven months. Seven months, one week, two days. You were together for seven months, one week and two days. But you've been apart for two years, six months. Two and half fucking years since you've seen him. Two and a half years since you ran your hands through his hair, across his jaw, on the smooth skin of his back. Two and a half fucking years.

It was torture. Torture. Not the kind where you go insane and all that, but the kind where you're always hurting; deep, shallow, every kind of hurt and it never goes away. Ever.

And then you see him after those two and a half years. It wasn't what you ever expected (dreamed), and the everlasting ache didn't go away, but it hurts differently now. Those eyes and lips and hands and that nose. He always made you go weak in the knees. Literally made you lose your mind. Whether it was hooker-grabbing him at a wedding, or spending hours just making out on his uncle's couch, you lost your mind and that's when you realize it all started; the torture.

All hands and heat and eyes while you were all fumbling arms and bitten lips and it made you feel everything and nothing. Your mind went deliciously and terrifyingly blank and it wouldn't stop buzzing and whirling.

And now you see him again, after those two and half fucking years and it's different and yet exactly the same because you're you and he's him and he's still got the hands and eyes and mouth and lips and you've still got it bad. You love Logan and you've got it bad for this boy, man standing in front of you with a smirk and jean jacket that you've never seen before but already love just because it's on him.

You love Logan but Logan's not Jess and Jess is Jess, and Jess is the first, last, and only man to have you, hold you, torture you, love, hate you and you can't bear not to be around him.

But again, you love Logan, so you force yourself to smile and push all those thoughts to the back of your mind like you always do and greet the beautiful man standing in front of you.

"Jess."

And then he smiles that smile ("Hey.") and you fall all over again, this time not giving enough of a damn to stop the torrent of pain and love and pure emotion, so you let it out and say "Hey" back.

20 minutes of rambling and this came out. I dunno what it is, but a review'd be nice. ;)

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