I still dream of her.
They way we completed each other's thoughts and sentences without asking.
The way she curled her legs around mine.
The way we just melted together.
The love she radiated when she came.
She knew every inch of my body.
But my soul...
I was uninhibited with her.
It felt safe.
It felt right.
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I lie alone now, in this cold motel room, wondering what our life would have been.
I should have told her.
The pain is buried deep inside me, but it threatens to escape.
She is gone.
I am alone.