sweet love

I woke up and remembered the first time you saw me. The first time you touched me. I woke up and felt the tiny signs of healing with my new layer and remembered the first time you felt that with me, too. Sweet love. That look on your face. It was nothing but a story for later. A story too long to tell. Four years of sweet love. Sweet, sweet love. I woke up today and I remembered sweet love… along with its bitter, bitter taste.



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