“I like when you monopolize my time. When I walk you to your car. When the water from all of these damn sprinklers spray me in the face. My clothes sticking to me. Those things used to fence me in and convince me to stay in for days. Now I just let the water fall on me. They don’t soak me to the bone like I thought they would. They do, however, tend to wash you out of my clothes before I get a chance to enjoy the feeling of you interwoven into my shirts. It’s alright; it lets me get lost in it when we sleep side-by-side. Your head on my chest makes me forget years.”

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