This happens daily, this tingling, breathless, shivering attack that lifts my heart and squeezes too tight and pours ice down my spine. So I whine and curl around my memories of you and wish that I had your skin to cover up in instead of blankets. I want you to be here, although I don't know what for because when this happens I am terrible at conversation. The only thing I can whisper is your name because my jaw locks tight and it might be nice if you could hear and unhinge my heart. But I don't know if I want what I want. But I love you. And this happens daily like a timed secret. There is more to say but I get exhausted trying.
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