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I dreamt of you last night. The brushing, tingling of lips. A tangle of limbs. And then I awoke, dreary eyed, into November 3rd. Two days after I officially moved into my new house. Two days after I left you at Terminal 1, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel to keep me from turning around. One whole week of you, and now I must wake up from that dream. It started raining today, too, as if the world mourned your absence. As the droplets patterned a muffled drum into the roof above me, my thoughts splintered into a kaleidoscope of moments with you. It is unusual that I feel such a way towards another person. It has been so long that I had forgotten the sensations - the chest aches, the forlorn sighs, the drifting mind. I am all too aware that I may be expending energy that will not be reciprocated. It is, nevertheless, a pleasant thing to bask in, is it not? To love freely. I breathed in deeply, my face covered by the hoodie you wore. The scent clings to it still. I can only hope…

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