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December 9, 2010
We curl our bodies towards each other--our heads nearly touching, our hair intermingled. My finger brushes your palm, and a tingle flashes across my spine. Your potency frightens me. I'm afraid of what I might do.

You wrap two fingers around my pinkie, and I fall asleep wishing I was wrapped around you.

Last time I left, I kissed your cheek, but you were asleep, and I was drunk. Today I am not so brave.

At home, I have nightmares. None of them involve you, and yet, the lack of you makes them worse.

Will you remember me?