Now I Understand why people drink when they feel like that. Deep ache inside. Makes you want to whine and you catch yourself weeping for no reason.
God I am not this person. His smell. His walk. His voice bring shudders.
He is totally not my thing. We are so far apart as the moon.
And yet I am somehow saved.
I am now human.
Something I spent many years in therapy trying to achieve.
My feelings tucked deep in the darkness of my being.
Too early for martinis. They soothe the desire I have waited a lifetime to feel.
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