2:40am, a week and a half later

I was doing so well but I just thought of his eyes when we’re lying on the bed and smoothing his forehead and clasping my hands to the back of his neck and pulling him toward me because even though he was always worried and we didn’t fit

he was still mine

if I don’t think, he is still mine
and the world spun

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