I am naked without you. You are like a second skin, wrapping me in your grip and desperately begging me never to let you go. Whenever I see you, the corners of my eyes crinkle up in a smile that doesn't quite touch my lips. We share a personal joke that no one else gets, shared experiences that I could write down, but would turn into just words, like Cinderella's carriage dissolving into last October's pumpkin. When you aren't near me, a part of me always misses you...I see you out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn, it isn't you. In a way, that makes me happy - to see you out on someone else's arms would burn my heart to ash. I remember when we first met (how could I forget?) and how excited I was, how I knew right then that I must possess you. I could tell you longed for me too, stretching towards me like rays of sunlight. Even now, I miss you - I long to run home and cuddle with you under the blankets, our protective layer against the world. I know I won't have you forever - sooner or later you will fade away or be torn from my body - but that's a far off fact, like the population of China or the distance to Neptune. Sure, they're facts, but they are unrealistic and hard to conceptualize. If I had my way, you'd never change - you'd be there any time I opened my eyes.
This is for you, stretchy orange shirt.
Gotcha, didn't I?
Dys
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