fleeting 

I remember countless times feeling your arm wrap around my waist at 3am when I couldn’t sleep. I’d roll over, and see your sleeping demeanor, calm and peaceful.. and feeling like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like everything was rightly aligned in the universe. 

And sometimes on a Friday morning, out of the random blue, it hits me how much I miss you. 

And I wonder if you still think of me, too.

 
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I’m glad it doesn’t hurt to love you anymore. 

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