I know you think of me. I know we share the same fantasy of tangled limbs and sweat soaked bodies and passionate kisses.

The difference between you and I is that when you are spent, the fantasy is over.

You leave me there alone in that messy bed in our heads, lying calm with half-opened eyes and a satisfied smile. Sometimes I don’t even notice you’re gone and I’m having never-ending conversations, spilling dreams and making plans, while wrapped in the arms of a ghost.

You leave me breathless.

You leave me comforted.

But you always leave.

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