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Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him.

How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like did he like cats, like what did he think of the colour blue, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all?

And how I wanted to sit on his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. Or sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again.

Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he approached me. How I wanted to leave so he’d never told me his name and I’d never told him mine.

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"He was so easy to love. He made you feel safe. When he held your hand it was like you were flying. When he kissed your face you felt like you could fly. He made crossing the road feel like an adventure; with his hand on the small of your back. He laughed at things easily, he was soft, gentle, kind. He understood when you were quiet, when you were loud. He listened. He listened to your words, and he listened to your silence. “Come here,” he would say, with his arms open wide, and you would go. “Stay,” he would beg, and you would stay and you would stay and you would stay."

"Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?"

"She loves her coconut oil, shea butter, black soap, olive oil, natural hair, saggy clothes, long dresses, hair wraps, twist outs, lemon water, green tea, grapes, sunflowers, friends, family, and future.
What’s a label? She doesn’t have one"