Sometimes I Let Myself Think About You Sometimes I Let Myself Think About You Sometimes I Let Myself Think About You1 year ago in Short Stories
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Sometimes I would prefer to lay back and watch the sky roll from day into night. There are moments when I can still feel your hand, wrapped tightly around my own. Not a day passes that I don't think about you. I think about the way you walk, the way I knew you were about to smile even though we were fighting. I miss your voice waking me up at three in the morning, and your stubble scratching my neck when I would curl into you.
I miss your scent. All of your shirts still hang in the closet next to my own, and all of your socks are still in the drawer next to my own, and your toothbrush still sits in the holder next to mine. But your smell has faded from your pillow and your shirts, and your socks are still paired without the proper match, because I never could get you to take the time to pair them correctly, and your toothbrush is worn out, the bristles more like old carpet, and yet I couldn't get you to buy a new one.
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