I nibbled gently at your ear and closed my eyes despite the fear that my demise is found, disguised in this condition here. But you, you turned and stared with more than what you cared to share, you fought then, against? I'm not sure. So you fought, but you lost and with that you lost me. I sat on your lap, my eyes still shut and close to you, pressed nose to nose, I smiled. I'm unaware. You clasp your hands around my arms and pull me back, you didn't need to say much more. The events that follow are written on the blank useless pages that take up space before and after a book. I don't necessarily want this, but it happens again and again. What else is there to do?
Sincerely,
Anahi
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