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1 week ago ·
I remember when you sat on my lap on the couch. Your 6'5" frame barely fit in my 5'7" arms. You leaned back and nuzzled your head against my chest, against the nook of my arm. Your friends teased us, saying how grossly cute it was.
We had something. I hadn't felt that way in a long, long time. But it was exciting. And it was good.
It's long over now, but I still think about it sometimes. And I feel warm, but also guilty. I miss that.