You’ve been nothing but honest
but honesty isn’t everything. Being honest about being awful doesn’t vindicate
you and I’m understanding that I crave so much more than hands and sheets. I crave
the kind of intimacy that burns my heart inside out. I crave the kind of
vulnerability that makes me feel naked, fully clothed. I crave the admiration. I
crave the laughter. I got lost in the way you looked at me; I chose to ignore
that the hands playing with my hair were practiced and meaningless. I crave so
much more.
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