Foreword

His skin breeds strange familiarity. I caress, I bite.

It's been a long, long time.

Two of us, that's it. That's all I ever wanted from him anyway.

I'm loud and I'm drunk but it's okay.

Hashtag girls just wanna have fun. 

Game Night

I cancel yet another date to be with my friends. He's nothing like you anyway.

Priorities.

We're drinking little, but drinking nevertheless.

And I'm not thinking about you.

I'm not thinking about you.

I would be lying if I said I never wondered what could have been, but you're not here. My love for you blossoms like a flower, but it is starting to wilt slowly.

I want to hold on, not let go, I don't know for how much longer though.

I'm not thinking about you.

I'm trying hard not to think about you and how you hold me in your arms as you kiss me. 

The mental image of you holding me so close, so close is stuck in my head.

You and me. You in me.

It's that one moment of intimacy that I can't seem to get over, the craving for your warmth and also your skin.

I want you. I want you. I want you.

I want you so bad.

I want you so much it's starting to hurt.

This mild obsession.

I'm not thinking about you, just reminiscing.