11/5

I hated the moment, but more than the moment, I hated the way I felt inside. The biting pain that gripped my chest made me feel childish and mean; I had no right to be jealous.

11/5

Maybe I feel this way because there is no other way to feel? ‘Soft’; already taken by your hands. ‘Warm’; captured by your heart. ‘Gentle’; the only way your lips would be on mine.

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