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Click hereIt’s one o’clock in the morning.
I’m exhausted. But what’s more. I’m in need.
Of so many things.
But first and foremost.
I. Need. You.
I ache.
It’s been a year and still my body hums for you.
A year. And still a similar voice can cause a jolt to run down my spine.
It’s one o’clock in the morning. I’m exhausted.
Yet I can’t sleep, Why?
because my body is tense with thoughts of you.
There was a time when tension was the first part of release.
When silent screams echoed through our bodies.
When a tangle of sweaty limbs translated to ‘I love you’.
When a look translated to ‘again’.
Now? I’m tangled in sheets.
Silent screams burst forth and get lost in the emptiness where your body should be.
And tension...
Tension is the precursor to a night spent gazing at the walls.
Exhausted. Thinking about the nights.
When tension.
Meant.
Release.