For you does it matter whose lung supplies a soothing word or are they words just the same from any tongue?
The fingers running through your hair or those arms wrapped tightly, comforting, reminding that you still have air; Does it matter who is attached or simply that they are there?
How about…
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and a conversation with an old friend last night helped me sort out all my feelings on this.
I don’t want a relationship. I’m not lonely. I’m not looking for anyone. But I miss holding hands with someone and driving around aimlessly playing our favorite…
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