I feel you let go, I look at you with that one look, telling you I can’t say it but I wants to feel your embrace, my face is telling you everything why’d you let go? My voice was raspy but soft, with a little hint of sleepiness in it but also lots of stress. I made you some eggs…..if you want them….. I hand you the plate sorry….I mutter quickly after hoping you didn’t hear, I walk to the kitchen just to get away a bit, I pour myself a glass of sprite. I feel your presence close
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