I still remember the nights you suffered through awful trial runs of cookies and the way our bodies used to fit perfectly beside one another. I’ve never been able to sleep next to someone with ease before or after you. I don’t know if I ever told you that. Anyone who touches me now feels wrong and it makes my stomach turn. I’m sorry for calling you a coward, because as it turns out, I’m one too.
for the nostalgic, lonely, and frozen fingered out there. i can't be the only one.