I find myself in his bed last night.
I missed him. I messed up with the trains.....and he answered the call.
It was a choice.
It felt so familiar, so right, so comfortable.
The scent of his laundry, the clean sheets, him. It felt so right.
It even hurts so good. I felt drugged, it took a couple of hours for the haze to clear. So hard, so so hard to leave.
Bad Lizzy. Bad, bad lizzy.
Hurt my knee dirty dancing, pulled randoms and broke my 5th metacarpal roller skating (inebriation related).
Futura-splint and a sinking sense of shame.
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