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Five A.M.
We were touching. My mind couldn’t let go of the fact. My heart raced. You were so close I was sure you could hear it. Second to minute, minute to hour…time seemed an entirely novel concept. Maybe it was the alcohol still whizzing through my veins. Maybe I was just longing for someone to snuggle up next to. But you weren’t just a warm body. You were you. And the old me would have run far away and never stayed the night. But somehow I feel more open here. You’ve done things I never plan to experience; you’ve been through things I hope never to encounter. You’re pretty messed up. And when I talk to you, I feel a little messed up too. And I like that. Our legs entwined, your arms around me, I peek through my eyelashes. You nuzzle your face close to mine. Our noses rest together, our breath mingling as I shut my eyes too. I told myself to remember that this is what happy feels like.
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