Feb
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February 4th
It was this day I told you I loved you for the first time. I collapsed into you, tears spilling from my eyes in a mixture of happiness and relief. I kissed you as hard as I could before you could even respond, but we both knew what you would say. Now I’m standing in the kitchen of my new apartment as you’re building my bed in the other room. This will be my first night moved out of our place, the first night apart. I feel alone and separated from everything I held dear. Your laugh, your smile, the way you held me so tight, your scrunchy face when you sleep. It’s been three years, and those words still ring true for me. I just hope one day I’ll get to know, again, that the same goes for you.
