brokenhearted
Especially at work.
And it's happening the same time of the year as the Candice thing.
I love her. I am still in love with her.
I think we both know that wasn't great but it was so good.
My relationship with her felt like gently rubbing noses, breathing slowly as if you might forget. The warmth of our skin floating between us, lips briefly meeting ever so slightly.
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