It was never about lust, you know.
It was genuine and pure love that I had for you.
Even now, after all these years when I'm alone in my bed,
crying like a baby, cuddled up and twisted within my own self,
I never imagine you over me and above me or
caressing my body. I want you here, Just here.
Looking at me. Laughing, all lovable.
And, talking to me just like when we were best friends.
-Fa
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