Odd talks

Made myself as pretty as I could, all for you. Silly silly me again.

Picked the cute underwear, ripped out some ugly hairs, showered and covered myself in coconut oil to shine under the light, silly silly me again.

It all got odd, the date wasn't clear enough, time and place had lost themselves in the space between us and suddenly my heart felt heavy, my chest empty. I wasn't ready for this sharp silence, I am not ready to have those talks, not when there's such a universe between me and you. 

I miss you.

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