I still haven't washed the shirt you gave me. When the nights get rough I sleep curled up in its soft folds and think of your subtle warmth, the feeling of your breath on my neck, your hands on my waist, and the gentle pressure of your body against mine. Occasionally I try to find the words to describe your scent. I can only ever think of one. Home.
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