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I never really understood what it meant to ache with longing, but now I know. I think too hard about holding your hand or kissing your lips; sitting next to you on a train or your couch -- or mine and I feel it -- a sweeping pain. Literal actual pain from my teeth to my stomach to the tips of my fingers. A reminder of how far my heart is stretched, reaching for you.
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Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
Ache
I never really understood what it meant to ache with longing, but now I know. I think too hard about holding your hand or kissing your lips; sitting next to you on a train or your couch -- or mine and I feel it -- a sweeping pain. Literal actual pain from my teeth to my stomach to the tips of my fingers. A reminder of how far my heart is stretched, reaching for you.
Long distance hurts, even when it's worth it.
renee-c
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Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
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