where awkward private thoughts become public knowledge.

Because August

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The way it felt when I realized that no matter what we were talking about,

The sound of your voice washed over me;

How I wanted to find a way to tell you that more than anything I want to always be where you are.

The feeling of home when we laid down to sleep with hands entwined.

Fingers trailing up and down bare skin, soft lips and breathing in sync;

A kiss on the forehead a reminder that at the root was pure adoration.

Not wanting to leave or separate like I knew even then that it was the last time,

Missing you before your car turned the corner and you were gone.

Most of all knowing that luck, never in my favor, had given me two days of perfection

and the feeling of being understood, cared for and wanted by someone utterly spectacular.


Author: hairlikehoney

A girl. With thoughts. That are weird. And random. Who can be bribed with bacon cheese fries. Who figured out how to bleed bad thoughts onto a page and then let them go.

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