He lies, naked, on an unmade twin bed so small it forced us to sleep like puzzle pieces. Gentle snores continue while I hunt through the jumbled mess of his apartment. A sliver of sunlight angles across his handsome jaw with its blond scruff. Again the excuses come, reasons to give him another chance.
No, just, no. Focus.
I don’t want to forget any small scraps of my life. Once I leave, I won’t be back.
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