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“Seeing where we are now, it looks like I was nothing more than one of your cigarettes; you took me gently, you put your lips on me, you set me on fire, you took pleasure in using me, in consuming me, and you felt the adrenaline rushing through your veins every time you breathed me in. It lasted a while, but I eventually became less interesting to you, so you just threw me on the ground, you stubbed me out, and you walked away without even looking back at the pile of ashes you reduced me to.”
— Then you took your pack and lit up a new one
“It’s been so long. Not years. Just months. But God I didn’t think I would miss you this much. I didn’t think I loved you this much. I didn’t think I needed you this much. Because now, I’m left, empty handed. And without you I’m nothing. It’s not like we were in love or anything. At least, I didn’t notice it at the time. But the more distant you became the more I craved you. Why aren’t you here now? When I need you most? I want to feel your arms around my waist. Your hands in my hair. Your lips on my lips. I want to smell your cologne. Taste your shampoo. I want to be able to tell when you’re upset. Tell when you’re happy. I want to know you better than you know yourself. But right now you’re so distant. So out of reach. I’m on a train. Stopped on its tracks by your hurricane.”
— three months
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