1. 1 year ago 

    His name wasn’t memorable, which is probably why I didn’t remember it. It was his face I remembered, and his body, and his smile. It was his voice, the way he said “like”, the feeling of his hand in mine. He moved away probably ten years ago, and I never really said goodbye.

    Even though we hadn’t been attached, it had felt like an affair. I’m not sure why.

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