When it was good we would stay in bed all day. We would read books about other worlds and lives and you would pet my head. We would kiss for hours until our lips hurt and swelled. You would whisper in my ear tales about sand and bullets and I would rub your back, trying to make the nightmares go away. We would lie on top of cool sheets, sweating in the heat.
When it was good you would dance with me. We would drink HoneyMoon and vodka until the world blurred. You would pull me close and I could feel the dampness through your shirt and we would sway to the beat. You would wink at me and I would literally melt. Your hand at my waist made my skin burn.
When it was good you would sing to me. My heart would constrict because I was so happy to hear you sing.
Sometimes I wish that you were you again. I wish you would talk to me and hold my hand again.
Something went terribly wrong and got broken while it was good.
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