This isn’t about love.
I have none to give.
This isn’t about my heart.
It’s not whole enough to break.
This is about one hour of forgetting, one hour of letting my body rule while my mind shuts off. I’m going to spend one hour with this man.
And then I’m never going to see him again.
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